The Auto Shop And The Smelly Car
So there I was, minding my own business, tearing around the local industrial park in my S2000 yesterday afternoon, running over squirrels, cutting elderly people off, and parking in every handicap spot I could find when my clutch pedal starting feeling a little spongy. I had to push the pedal almost to the floorboards to change gears. Today during lunch I could barely get my car into reverse. I could tell in my heart of hearts that this did not bode well for me or my wallet.
Jamming out of work a bit early, I dropped my car off at the mechanic and picked up a rental. Then, the waiting game for “the call” began. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long to get the bad news. Turns out my master cylinders are shot. Leaking. Dying the slow death. ”Oh, and by the way,” the mechanic said in a whispery, purring tone, “your rear brakes need replacing.”
And so, to make a long story stuffy, that’s how I spent $800 in the course of an hour.
Oh, and the rental car I managed to pick up from Hertz is a Nissan Rogue.
I felt lucky to get this rental. It was the end of the day and this was the last vehicle left. Throwing my computer bag on the passenger seat I buckled in and was immediately overcome with the smell of cigarette smoke. Looking around the car at that first stop light I could see that this car was covered in ash.
Way to keep your cars clean, Hertz.
Pulling into the garage I took a second to reprogram all of the spanish channels to something a bit more appropriate, cut the engine, and resigned myself to the fact that tomorrow I’ll be $800 poorer and smelling like a cigarette.
I miss my car so much…
