Right. So... speaking of Consumer Reports and buying cars...
The Beige Wonder and I go way back (five years) as car and driver. She's been my only experience with driving a stickshift, and I love 'er. I'd drive that car to the ends of the earth. Or, at least, that's what I told Tiffany last night while she drove me back home from the mechanic's place where I dropped off my car.
The BW has been a bit sickly lately. She'd been driving rough since I brought her here from the great state of Ohio, but as of late she had started to develop some unsettling tics and noises. Oh, and then the hood cable broke. So I can't open the hood anymore. That's pretty much when I said "when" and brought her in to get some attention.
Long story short, I seem to have two enticing options in front of me:
1.) Pay nearly twice what the BW is worth and get her fixed.
2.) Get another... um... you know. (I don't want to say it.)
And it's just SO helpful that my family is far away.
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