What's wrong with the gasometer?
This post will be a tribute (or maybe an anti-tribute, if that's possible) to my brother's truck. That thing just... there's really no way to describe it other than it's a piece of crap. Mind you, it's not as bad as Kat's first car, but it still can't hold itself together. Example: Sunday morning I had to drive it to church. I hopped in the car, turned it on, and put it in reverse so that I could back out of the driveway. I checked the rear-view mirror like I always do, but found it rather strange that there was no rear-view mirror to check. Apparently, it just fell off sometime during the weekend. It was sitting on the floor of the car, faded black dice and all. Now, I'm not expert on the failings of car parts, but is that supposed to happen? I mean, I know that the rear-view mirror is supposed to move... but I'm thinking not quite that much. Driving around today I noticed another little small problem: the fuel guage doesn't work properly. When I started out I had, according to the guage, half a tank left. Then when I looked at it after about 30 minutes worth of driving, the little orange pointer thing showed that I had an empty tank. I constantly glanced down on the way home to observe the pointer fluctuating constantly, ranging from 3/4 a tank to empty. Also driving around today, as I was turning onto Yaupon, the windshield wipers came on. Just, out of nowhere, the wipers started working. Apparently, they had been on the whole time, they just failed to actually wipe the windshield. Of course, there are many minor glitches like the "service engine soon" light that refuses to ever go off, and the fact that the break lights and blinkers are constantly going out. There hasn't actually been a time that I've driven the truck in which both blinkers were working. The car also overheats easily, constantly breaks down, never ceases rattling in a place that I just plain will never be able to find, and a steering wheel that's so hard to turn that it's impossible to drive with one hand and feel safe... and least for little old me. Death to the 1993 Silverado.
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DUDE!! Bleep out the c-word and get Mom to read this post. These are excellent reasons for why I should get a WORKING small car for my birfday. You must agree. I mean, I'm going to have to drive Lizzie and Austin around when school starts, so I NEED a small working car. I don't care what kind it is, as long as it WORKS PERFECTLY (or near perfectly). Come on, Julie, help me out. Pwease...? *puppy dog face*
Oh, and it needs to have all necessary car parts, including air conditioning and a heater. It's time they sell the truck and put their money into something worthy. HELP!
Go back to Iceland... I mean Canada. Or Ireland. Whatever. Pick one.
I have been catching up on blogposts and comments, and I've noticed a recurring pattern: Any comment Rachel posts is ultimately about herself, or is rude and degrading to someone else. Sometimes both apply. I'm trying earnestly not to make any judgements here, just pointing out what I see as a commonality.
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