I love my Jeep.
Like obscenely so.
It's a 1990 Wrangler YJ with a 2-inch lift and 31-inch tires.
This means, in common-speak, that I can run over Mini Coopers (and thier annoying occupants) and place fear into the hearts of the unsuspecting on a regular basis.
With that said, I think I have to get rid of it.
In the last two months, I've replaced a belt, a U-joint and a radiator fan. Monday I awoke to squishy brakes and found out my rear brakes have exploded and we're looking at a $600 repair bill.
And that my windshield wipers don't work, which is a wire harness issue suspected of costing a few hundred.
And then I need a safety inspection before I register it here in St Louis.
Oh, and since I didn't own it more than 90 prior to moving St Louis I need to pay sales tax on it. Again.
Did I mention the high-frequency vibration that happens at 55mph?
I'm so disappointed and disgusted with the whole ordeal that I've decided to throw myself on my sword and opt for a car payment with a new(er) vehicle. My credit isn't the best, either, so I bet this'll be a whole fuck-ton of fun.
I don't have any witty or pithy commentary to add to this, I just felt like venting.
I'm going back to work now so that all the overtime I've been working to get ahead financially can be funneled into a down payment on yet another fucking vehicle.
Hu-fucking-zah.
Eye<3ewe,
Scotty
Like obscenely so.
It's a 1990 Wrangler YJ with a 2-inch lift and 31-inch tires.
This means, in common-speak, that I can run over Mini Coopers (and thier annoying occupants) and place fear into the hearts of the unsuspecting on a regular basis.
With that said, I think I have to get rid of it.
In the last two months, I've replaced a belt, a U-joint and a radiator fan. Monday I awoke to squishy brakes and found out my rear brakes have exploded and we're looking at a $600 repair bill.
And that my windshield wipers don't work, which is a wire harness issue suspected of costing a few hundred.
And then I need a safety inspection before I register it here in St Louis.
Oh, and since I didn't own it more than 90 prior to moving St Louis I need to pay sales tax on it. Again.
Did I mention the high-frequency vibration that happens at 55mph?
I'm so disappointed and disgusted with the whole ordeal that I've decided to throw myself on my sword and opt for a car payment with a new(er) vehicle. My credit isn't the best, either, so I bet this'll be a whole fuck-ton of fun.
I don't have any witty or pithy commentary to add to this, I just felt like venting.
I'm going back to work now so that all the overtime I've been working to get ahead financially can be funneled into a down payment on yet another fucking vehicle.
Hu-fucking-zah.
Eye<3ewe,
Scotty
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My car went in for a major service which cost a major amount of dosh, only to head back into the workshop a week later because it decided it needed a new ignition system. Funny story that part needed to be imported from Germany. Not so funny story - that import took 4 weeks.
I was eating breakfast (Toast and Jam if you must know) when I was politely informed that somebody had just driven into my car... Fast forward a few months, sell car, buy new car ... Somebody drives into new car.
I have come to the conclusion that I have really bad karma (one to many 'my carma just ran over your dogma jokes?')