On Eater, my car started acting up. I didn't really explain what was going on during my last post, but I will now.
Sunday, on the way to the buffet, Bob and I were discussing car maintenance, and when I should get an oil change. I told him that it was about time for one, and I'd go on Monday to get it taken care of.
My 2001 Oldsmobile Aurora had ears. I swear. That car knew when we were talking about it. You say you think you should get gas, and it ran out of gas a minute later. The gas gauge was broken, so trying to fill up when NEEDED was always a shot in the dark. You say you need an oil change? The car starts shaking and the check engine light comes on within 30 seconds of you mentioning something.
We stopped at a gas station to see if getting a gallon of premium gas, a fuel injection cleaner, and a quart of oil would fix the shake. None of the above made the thing stop shaking.
Then Eater happened, and I went home, and the sun came up on Monday.
I went to the dealership service center on Monday around 1pm. I told the mechanic I wanted an oil change, and my spark plugs changed out. I told him about the check engine light being on, and that the manual for the car suggested that it was a misfire, most likely due to needing new spark plugs. That guy told me it would cost $75 to have the mechanic find out what was going on. I called bullshit, because I could go to plenty of other places and have it done for free. They came out with some explanation about how I'm not only paying for someone to plug the computer into my car, but also for them to check what the code means after the computer spits it out.
To summarize- I am paying some dipshit $75 to plug a computer into my car, have it give him a code, which he will then take to a book, and read what the code means.
I told them to do it, and if I decided to do the repairs there, that money would go towards the bill. If not, I'm out by $75. I went to go wait in the lounge and drink 'free' soda.
A while later, the guy comes in and tells me I need rear brakes and rotors, and a tune up with spark plug replacement, a fuel injection system cleaning, a transmission flush, a coolant flush, and the total would be over $800.00. Getting all of that fixed wouldn't even bring the car back to good. Almost all of the gauges are fucked, and it had 181,540 miles.
I called my dad to see what he wanted to do. Ultimately, it was his car, and I knew I couldn't afford to fix it. He told me to wait a few minutes and him or my mom would call me back. I waited, went outside to smoke a cigarette, and then when my mom called to tell me to pay them, and she'd be there shortly. They were going to get a new car. I proceeded to LOL.
I paid the guy, and parked my car in another place, and left with my mom on the search for a new car. In my head, I wanted a Pontiac Vibe. I had told my friends a while back, the next car I get is going to be a Pontiac Vibe. Multiple people knew that I wanted one, and I was pretty excited that my mom and I found one within the price range.
We talked to the sales guy for a while, then told him to find some other Vibes with less miles, and a bit newer. We left, drove around a few other car lots, I sat in some other cars, but in my head I was still partial to the Vibe. We went to Burger King, and got a drink. Then returned to the dealership to see what our guy had for us.
My dad showed up, and by 7pm, I had the 2006 Pontiac Vibe to drive home. The car is awesome, and I am so grateful for my family and their help. I feel safe and comfortable when I drive this car. I also feel pretty cool, the thing is pretty sweet.
I think of this car as the Law of Attraction coming true. I told people I was getting a Vibe, I saw myself loading my massage table into one, I searched for the one I was going to have. I believed it was mine. And now I'm driving my car.
The Secret has seemed to work for me. Not all things have happened yet, but things have happened. You have to be patient, and thankful, and you have to believe that you will have everything you want.
So far, so good.
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