Ever had a love/hate relationship with a car? Did it seem like every payday,just like clockwork,the damn thing decide to break down at the most inopportune time? When I was in college I worked part time and got paid every 2 weeks. I had a 1960 Mercury comet. The engine had a cracked blocked,so we put in an engine from a Plymouth Valiant. It was a Comet/Valiant hybrid… Vomit for short. Every other Friday…dead battery,starter,alternator,timing chain,fan belt,flat tire. It was possessed by demons.
I’ve had my Ford POS for about a year. I had an issue with the starter sometimes making that zinging noise when I turned the key. Took it to my mechanic and he couldn’t get it to misbehave even once. It’s been OK since. Monday my doorlatch was frozen when I went to leave for work. Took it to the Merlins shyster around the block from my house. He thawed it out and put some gop on it. It worked about a dozen times yesterday morning,then the door wouldn’t close again. Took it to our mechanic yesterday and,you guessed it,he couldn’t get the latch to jam even once. I can sense it chuckling at me. Sometimes I hate my life.