NP: John Cage, 4'33"
Well, it wasn't the transmission. Apparently a spark plug, or some aluminum cap that is over or near the spark plugs, shot through my front end like a bullet because of some buildup of pressure. I wasn't crazy about how much it was going to cost to fix, but it could have been a lot worse, and it still fell under my rapidly escalating threshold of annual repair costs relative to the first year cost of buying a new car.
So I opted to fix it. Then my mechanic calls and says there's another grand worth of work to do on the other side so it doesn't happen there, or something like that.
I need to pin these guys down on just how much I can expect to go wrong with this fucking car from here on out. And I have to keep telling myself that it wouldn't have any trade-in value if it didn't run.
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