Well we finally got the car back and they still don't know what the deal is. Despite taking it on a run to Mexico and back there's was no indications of any Strange and Scary Noises of Undetermined Origins. They're a mystery, like crop circles, or David Hasselhoff.
Still, they did find it had some bad tire rods and a busted sway bar or something. Cha-ching! The only lucky thing that happened was that I manage to squeeze in an oil change for my car, which was due about 11,000 miles ago. On the plus side, I didn't have to pay for the 3 or 4 oil changes it would have had since then. On the negative side, I'm probably burning out my engine.
Living in the sticks really makes it difficult to get around to these things. When I lived up north, I could walk to the garage if I had to and we had a bus stop right outside the door of my house so it was never an issue with getting a car looked at. But down here, it's a major freakin' ordeal
posted by Evil Wayne @ 3:48 PM
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