Cars and men. Or men and cars. Which ever you deem more important at the time. You can't live with 'em and then you can't live without 'em. They cause much happiness at times and then so much frustration. Yet, both totally necessary.
Right now, I am striking out on both fronts!
I have been dealing with car issues for a while. My car is great! It's my baby that is now 14 years old. However, along the way it got mixed up with the wrong crowd. The big chain fixer uppers ruined her. It's better to find a mom and pop joint or little family owned auto body shop.
Well, I believe I have found the right place. I just hope it's not too late.
For the longest time the chains and the dealership could not figure out WHY my baby was not accelerating properly. A friend from work put me on to a great little shop in the Heights. They are friendly, listen to your problem and turn no stone unturned. However, because no one could find the problem for so long, I think deeper issues developed.
It pains me to think that I may have to give her up soon. There is virtually nothing wrong with the car except for some scratches from my battle with the parking garage barrier (I lost) and a faulty CD player. Oh, yea, and when you turn the ignition it needs a lot of pumping up to get her going. But, everything else is perfect. I'm at my wits end.
It's been car swapping week. I took my car in and they did some work. When I picked her up, I dropped off Mom's for a safety check. They loved her car. Could not say enough nice things about it. Then since my little bugger was still acting up, Scott said I could 'swap them out' again and they would take an in depth look as to why the little girl was huffing and puffing.
Only time will tell if my Riv has a little supercharged turbo life left inside of her or if it's time for the big car lot in the sky?!?!
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