exhausted

[mishak]

Driving couplingchaos home from Ceremony last night there comes a low "phud!" from underneath my car and the cabin is filled with a loud resonating drone like maybe if you were riding a lawnmower in circles inside a large steel box and tied behind your lawnmower are half a dozen tin cans banging and scraping on the metal floor, happily bouncing off the rivets and spot welds.

This can't be good.

I pull into a parking lot and check underneath the car; sho' nuff the main exhaust pipe is all "Screw you guys, I'm outta here" just aft of the catalytic converter, which is dragging on the ground doing a credible impression of Indiana Jones trying to rescue the Ark of The Covenant from that Nazi truck. I drop off Miss Fuzzy Bunny and sheepishly, gingerly drive home.

This morning as I go to the repair place up the street from my house I'm thinking about Fight Club and how there's perhaps no better manifestation of "The things you own end up owning you" than a car with 130,000 miles on it. Picking up my vehicle in the afternoon, I find that a $250 repair bill is a decent expression of "I want you to hit me as hard as you can."

I hope nobody blows up my condo.

Comments

Beat me too it....

[xenoglaux]

I was thinking about just this as I picked up my car (complete with new axle) yesterday. Just couldn't find the way to express it.

[sbazzy.livejournal.com]

i got you beat. i had a car with 210,000 miles on it. i finally got rid of it when i realized that replacing the muffler, the busted wiper motor and the cracked windshield just so it would pass inspection would cost way more than the car was worth (which was, in fact, nothing).

[rojagato.livejournal.com]

Ha ha. I just bought a car with 150k on it.

For much less than the repairs needed for a truck with 210K on it.

Fight Club has never been so much in my brain as it has in the last three months. As with another mutual friend who is not on LJ to my knowledge, that and American Beauty brought me to a turning point. Let's just hope that I can apply the lessons without noticeable bruising and a gunshot wound to the head.

Plastic grocery bags dancing in the wind, stacks of Reader's Digests in a leaky house, a nice sound track, and a hunky alter-ego, however, I can live with.

[atfrost.livejournal.com]

Treat it as voodoo ^_^

My old red car (95k miles) ran perfectly, as long as I spent at least $150 / year on maintainence on it. If there was nothing wrong with it, I would at least make sure to replace some wiper blades, maybe a headlight and a fan belt.

After almost 10 years of owning that car, I found that I could look over my annual maintainence receipts and that the only times anything went seriously wrong with the car (along the lines of burned out rotor, axle needed replacement) was when I spent less than $150 in general upkeep in that year.

I guess it just wanted to feel pampered and loved?

[debbie.livejournal.com]

Thank you for sharing your woe. That is poignant woe!

[christianb.livejournal.com]

But if someone blows up your condo, then you get to have crazy hallucinations with penguins and have sex w/ whats-er-name...

[mishak.livejournal.com]

When you see the Pru and the Hancock collapse into flaming rubble, you'll know it was me.

[christianb.livejournal.com]

Got it...Michael did it, not the terrorists.
Well, at least not the OTHER terrorists.