What $658.19 will buy you

It's no secret how I feel about my car. The Little Bugger (Bugger not Booger...) and I have been going on for almost 3 years now and it never stops giving me grief. It's a hate relationship, really. In fact, I like to compare my situation of my car with a series of bad blind dates. You know, they make for good stories. Laughs. A topic that never looses its humor. The Little Bugger has really shown it's true colors - black. I've lost two front lights (like the socket and all on the freeway..), transmission, oil leaks, axle rods and a bunch of other blah blah blahs I don't understand. This week was no different.

I knew my registration was coming up the end of October, and knowing my history with the Little Bugger, I decided to get a jump start on things so I'm not procrastinating and spending every last penny I have this fall. I took it up to good ole' Cutrubus (still FANTASTIC) fully aware of work to be done on it. I dropped it off Thursday night and I knew it was bad when I was the first call they made the next morning. My mechanic said, "{Long Sigh}...It's pretty bad Samantha, I'm not going to lie." Crap. He proceeded to explain what was wrong in a language harder to learn than Mandarin Chinese and I just put my trust in him that he'd fix whatever the heck was wrong. Then he said something clear in every language, "That'll come to approximately $1346.00." WHAT?! Are you...are you KIDDING me? Little Bugger had done it again. For the sake of my wallet (not...haha, purse), I worked out a plan to where I fix half the problems now and I'd take it back in next month for the rest. This time I settled on fixing my oil gasket engine leak (whatever) and my left front signal light (Hallelujah!).

Saturday morning I went with my mom to pick up my car. I went in, paid for the work done, a whopping $658.19 and met my loyal and handy mechanic, Troy. He was gracious, sympathetic and helpful as he handed over the key to my car. I walked outside, opened the door, stuck the key in and ignited the engine.....I waited. I listened. No grinding, no airplane engine noises...in fact...Is it purring??? It was PURRING. Words cannot describe this feeling. It was like meeting 'The One' after the bad blind dates. I was not embarressed to start my car, I was not embarrassed to accelerate the airplane noises. I about shut my engine off, marched right back into the shop and kissed that Troy man. I was SO impressed with how my car ran on the way back to Bountiful. I kept thinking, "Is this how it feels when people love their car?!"

I know I have much more extensive work to be done, and I've had my thousands of dollars of work done, but whatever this particular problem was, was it. I have a new found respect for my little car...



{Please pray I didn't just jinx myself with this positive car post..}