My car is giving me trouble.
Right now it’s the cooling system.
Before that it was the idler.
Before that, the battery.
Before all that, it was a head gasket, which cost me nearly a grand to have replaced.
I bought a new overflow tank. It has a built-in sensor which may well be our present culprit. The threads on the lid had long been stripped and needed to be replaced anyway. Now I have to drain the entire cooling system to replace it. It’s cold out. I’m a little annoyed.
My car is fifteen years old and she’s getting about that age, that something needs to be replaced on a monthly basis. I’m running out of elbow grease. She had 140,000 miles when I bought her from an old man two years ago, and since then I’ve added another 30,000 miles. I’d say we had a good run, but I can’t keep fixing shit every few weeks, and wondering what might be the next part to go bad or break down. I need something that can get me from A to B, and so far she has, every time, but I’m beginning to wonder how long she’ll remain reliable.
Rick–my roommate–has a 1980 Corvette that he’s been trying to sell for ages. It’s just been sitting on the carport, collecting dust. A pretty sad concept considering how badass that car is. It’s only got 130,000 miles on it. I could easily juice another 30 or 40 thousand miles out of that engine. So I’ve convinced Rick to sell it to me dirt cheap. Only a couple grand when he’s been asking six. Of course, some work still needs to be done to it.
It needs a new carburetor, an alignment, the gages don’t work, the stereo doesn’t work, but everything else is in good order. It’s all pretty straightforward. It’s already black so paint is not an issue.
So I may be purchasing this Corvette over the next few weeks. The best I’m going to do with my budget is something with enough life left in it to hold me over for a few years. Why not make it a Corvette?
I can’t stand not having a car. There are plenty of people who could give me a ride at a moment’s notice, but it’s not the same. The freedom isn’t there. In order to feel free it’s essential that I have a car I can rely on.
I’m doing good otherwise. Spending more and more time with Michelle. I’m in love with her. I only want to tell her a million times, but I’m afraid I’d run her off. If I had the balls to tell her just once, how would she react? What would she say? These questions plague me. Perhaps I should give it a little more time.