Returning Musings
My car sucks! Plain and simple. Those of you who have had the distinct
pleasure and privilege of riding in or even seeing my car will know
exactly what I am talking about.
For those of you
who don't know, I drive a '91 Ford Festiva. It's Ford's version of the
Geo Metro. Apparently, it's also the reason Ford dropped it's "Quality
is Job 1" slogan.
The heartaches
this car has given me have ranged from tears in the seats, to wheels
almost falling off and leaving me and Shawn stranded in Marietta, OH for
6 hours. I've bent wheel rims by sliding off icy roads. Twice. In the
same week. My seat belt (one of those automatic ones) doesn't work. I
have to unlock
the emergency
release to get out of my car. And, oh yeah, it's a Ford. But the recent
days in the ever-shortening life of this vehicle take the cake.
For example, my
driver's side headlight is out. Big deal? Well, so is my passenger side
brakelight. And my parking brake doesn't work if I'm on an incline of
more than 3 degrees. Wait...there's more.
I can't signal for
a turn. At all. The signal lever is jammed if I try to signal right. And
until a few days ago I could signal left. Now I signal left constantly.
There's a short in the wiring and my left signal light blinks whenever
the engine is running. If I pull the fuse to make it stop, I lose power
to my reverse lights, dash lights, warning lights, emergency flashers,
dome light (which doesn't work anyway), and of course my turn signals.
But it's still
good to be back in the columnists' chair. Until next month...Adios Elián!