More Trouble

Ahhhhhhhh, cars. I remember now why I like to buy new cars: You start out with a warranty, and you know how well it’s been maintained for its entire life. As I mentioned a few posts ago, I bought a used car to replace the dear late Bessie (the Hyundai Accent we’ve had since before we were married). We bought a Plymouth Breeze that had fewer miles on her, and we knew the previous owner. On top of that, we dropped an extra $850 in repairs on her to make sure she kept running for awhile.

Anyways the battery died. I couldn’t find the damn thing for the life of me, and I hadn’t gotten an owner’s manual with the car. So I looked online and apparently the battery is in the wheel well. Yeah, that’s not a typo–you have to take off the tire and remove a panel to get the most-often-replaced part ever (at least in the desert) out of the damn car. If that weren’t bad enough, when Ijacked it up and removed the tire cover, I found thattwo of the lugnuts were stripped and I couldn’t get the damn tire off. So I picked up a portable jumper and drove it a couple times to try to get me through finals until I had a chance to get it to a mechanic or Discount tire to replace the stripped lugnuts or something.

After my final last Tuesday the engine light came on. I wanted to take a baseball bat to the demonspawn, but couldn’t bring myself to do it after all the cash I had already dropped on it. My student loans are wearing quite thin at this point.