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Otherwise known as – the teenage car saga continues.
So if you’ve been following the drama, we spent the last 2 months searching for and finally buying a decent first used car for our 19 year old niece. She was given 14 day plates and I repeatedly told her not to wait until the last minute to insure and register her new toy. She assured me she had it under control… which should have set my alarm bells ringing.
It’s a decent 2012 Subaru, but a few things needed to be tinkered with so we made an appointment with our friend/trusted mechanic for last Friday morning. Niece was supposed to be at our house at 9:30am.
At 8:31am she calls, in tears.
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I could hardly understand what she said in between sobs and was terrified she had an accident. Nope, she was fine. Had she hit a cat, a dog, a wombat…? Nope, no roadkill. More waterworks poured, so I gave the phone to husband. All he could get out of her was the car wouldn’t run, so we drove an hour south to find her parked behind a bank looking pitiful.
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She told us she left her college, stopped at a light and when she tried to accelerate nothing happened. If that’s the case I don’t know how she got to the bank down the road… but whatever, she’s 19. 💩 happens.
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Husband got in the car, started it up, no problem. He put it in gear… no problem. He popped the hood and checked the engine, no problem. He drove it an hour north…. flying down I95 at 90mph, no problem.
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Our mechanic couldn’t find anything wrong either, though he did mention something about a sticky butterfly.
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After he said it was nothing to worry about, and told her what to do if it happened again, I tuned out because I caught sight of this:
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His 1960 Corvette convertible getting a little touch up.
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Ooh la la! I love this car.
He bought it for $1,000 in 1970 and she only has 44,000 original miles.
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That’s my definition of sweet!
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To be continued.
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