About a week before I left on my Great American Adventure, I started my car and noticed that the brake light was blinking. (In fact, HCB and I noticed this when heading out for a dinner party, leaving us with 12 minutes to MacGyver two humans and a blackberry pie onto a motorcycle.) I finally got it to the dealership last week. I'll spare you the expletives, but basically:
• my power steering AND my break booster/cylinder/thingy both need to be replaced
• this is an exorbitantly expensive repair
• this is not my fault, but rather, a total design flaw
• my warranty ran out in May
So just as I feared, I must now commit $800 to new auto parts. I considered waiting, but I was worried that if I did, they'd just find more stuff to charge me for in January.
SHIT.
That one just slipped out.
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