...how much I hate driving, and cars? Because if I haven't, let me assure you, it hasn't diminished at all. If anything, it's gotten worse.
Take yesterday and this morning for example. I got in my car to come home from work last night and the minute the ignition was turned, the car started shuddering, really seriously, shuddering, the whole car.
I sighed, decided it would probably work itself out as I drove, and turned into the dark night time streets. As I headed out into the country between where I work and where I live, my check engine light, which is usually on, started flashing. I realized it had been a while since I got my oil changed and decided that was probably the issue.
This morning, I got Elijah fed, napped, and ready to go and we headed up to Dekalb for an oil change and lunch with Nathan. As we were leaving Wal-Mart, where we got the oil changed, the car was still shuddering, check engine light still flashing.
After lunch with Nathan, he got in so he could drive it and see how it handled and of course, of course, it was perfect. Grrr...All this does is reinforce my desire to live somewhere with an
extensive public transportation system, so that I can forget I ever
learned how to drive.
To my car's credit, it is 12 years old and has been driven hard in those years, it used to belong to my grandparents, and they drove it to Texas and back once or twice. It has also been inadvertently beaten up a little bit.
However, when we do have to replace my car, this is what I want: