My Sweet Ride

This week has been filled with car repairs at the casa. What gets me is that it is a continuation of last month. I had to take Debbie's car in for some crazy sound that the dealership had supposedly fixed before Christmas. So the sound gets fixed, some belt thing they tell us, only to have it return. Now something else was leaking and the sound is back.

As for my car, right before Christmas I took it in because I kept hearing a banging. They pulled the transmission, replaced something, and proclaimed my ride fixed. Fast forward a week and now my four wheel drive won't work and my car makes a sound like I've got a cat caught in the fanbelt when I'm in reverse. "That's normal" the service guy tells me. Really? I have never heard it before.

We are at the mercy of these car repair guys. They know it, we know it and we all try to ignore it. It's kind of like Richard Simmons sexuality. I have learned to be very vague when explaining my problems to the mechanic. I used to try to describe the sounds I was hearing from the car, but I finally realized that I was just putting on a show for the entire garage staff. I sounded like a pre-school class full of cavemen grunting at fire.

What's a guy to do? I need my sled to cruise for the ladies. It's like I tell my wife, sometimes you've just got to lay back and take it. GO BEARS! Later...Brian