She's back. My Baby's Back!
She went away for 2 weeks, Shacked up with some stranger, who apparently spent the whole time inside her. I'm surprised the stranger would even have her, given she's been around the block a few times- I oughta know- but then, that's what the stranger does.
To make matters worse, the thing is going to cost me $700!
I am, of course, talking about my beloved car. It has taken 2 weeks of questions, diagnoses and experimentation to figure out exactly why the fuel pump wasn't getting consistent power.
My mechanic- a clever, smart assed bastard who I absolutely admire and respect- spent the time cleaning up the fuel tank, checking the pump, and most importantly, repairing the power relay.
Given the age of the old girl- 23 years- and the mileage 376,000 km (235,000 miles), things like this are going to start to go wrong. I know I'm coming to a crossroads with it. Do I actually start repairing it? Do I actually start getting the cosmetic work done? Or do I replace it?
At least as much as I loved the Diplomat- a car lives on in the memories of all who rode in her- I love this car. It's a blast to drive. She's not fast (0 to 100 kph in about 9 secs), but the thing can corner, tight, and all without having to engage in a drift.
I don't particularly want to replace it. The car is too much fun.
But at the moment, I can't afford to repair it, either.
But, its home. And have I missed it.