Another One Bites the Dust
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Dear Steve. Rest in Peace. Actually, don’t rest in peace. You would be lucky to end up in this pile of very cute little Euro cars. You don’t even deserve it. We should send you straight to the smashers. If I could push you off a cliff and into a lake I would, but I kind of have guilty feelings of polluting the environment thinking about it. But the smashers? I could totally do the smashers.
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Yeah, that’s right. The smashers. There is no more resuscitation that is possible. The last time Steve acted it up it was super inconvenient. I was ready to plan the funeral and be done with him. But, after a few days of poking and prodding (and a new $1,200 internal computer) he perked right up and started paying attention. And we went on our merry way. Until today. That last time was what I hoped would be the end of a long series of Steve starting to lose it. Let me just give you a short recap. Since Christmas, which has been 8 weeks: Twice to the mechanic, thrice to the dealer. Towed 4 times. Grand total? Four thousand two hundred dollars. Give or take. Gulp.
Tonight we went to use up a giftcard at one of our favorite Aussie restaurants for dinner. Food was great, Creamie was charming, weather was too warm to snow and too cold to rain so it was that icy sleety yucky stuff. But, no matter, the food was great. We got done and on the way home Steve started freaking out. Gages dropped, weird lights came on, headlights flashing. We pulled into home, let him rest a few minutes and then tried him again. And again. Nothing. No life. We drove him home to die. This time there is no more mechanic, no more dealers, no more tow trucks. This time it is over. Pulling the plug. No more. Just no more. *
I sold my car, that I have had for nearly 8 years last October. It still ran fine, but had a few issues I didn’t want to deal with anymore. We’ve been a one car family since then. Which has been fine. Until today. Now we are a no car family. It is actually too depressing to keep thinking about. I’ll be back tomorrow with something pretty to look at. Sigh.
* Pretty sure anyway. I mean, unless he is alive in the morning, or something amazing happens. But you just have to know when to stop pouring thousands of dollars into a toilet. Enough is enough. The End.
pinksuedeshoe 
This is me raising my virtual middle finger to Steve.
I’m so sorry.
xox
Yeah, we’ve done that too… cars pretty much suck. That’s why we’ve been buying new(er) the last couple years… even though we have to make monthly payments or whatever, at least I know what is coming and don’t have to worry about footing massive repair bills out of the blue. I seriously hate car troubles.
You should donate Steve to the Kidney Kars place or somewhere like that… that’s what we did with our last one, and we’re getting a nice little tax break from it. Better than the smashers because you get a little back (though definitely not what you just put into him… so sorry!).
Also, we’ve been wondering if Wallaby’s was any good… now we’ll definitely have to try it out. Thanks for the (subtle) recommendation.
Sorry to hear about the car troubles.
I highly recommend Rand’s Auto in North Salt Lake if you are going the used route. We have purchased a car there (and some of our family members have too) and we all have been really happy. There is a no haggling policy – the price on the car is what you get.
I HATE car trouble! A rule of thumb I heard once–if you’re paying $2500 or more in repairs, it’s time to buy a new car. Good luck with that and I hope it’s more loyal than Steve was.
Cars are the worse! I seriously hate them, especially when they are not working and stealing all your money. Good luck with the whole thing.
Cars. They really know how to suck all of the money out of you. Sorry to hear about all the troubles.