Yeah, I know it's weird looking, but it's my car. I like it. Though I'm starting to suspect it isn't so fond of me. Why? Well, I've had my darling car for 3 years. It's gone through a lot for me.
It's my to and from car. To and from school. To and from the store. To and from work. In 2008 it was my to Illinois car. It made the 2,000 mile trip with only one slight problem. The A/C busted on the way out.
It was good to me while I was in Illinois though. The only thing that went wrong was that my windshield broke. My fault though, I left it out and my car got iced over.
When I got home, it was all good. I'd make frequent trips to San Diego with no problem. Then I made a trip to Utah, and on my way back it decided to break down. Cool, whatever.
Then today, it decided to take a big, giant, smelly dump on me. I was prepared for a lovely day. I was going to go to Target and get a few things, then go out and drive around to Arrowhead Lake Road, take the 173 to the 15 and come back home. I was going to take some pretty pictures (because it's a pretty sweet drive) and have a good day.
But no. I go to leave Target, and my car starts making a rattling noise as I accelerate. I have enough sense to know that I probably shouldn't drive if it's making that noise, and pull right back into Target. Sat there and waited for 2 hours for a tow truck.
My dad's diagnosis: Spark plugs. He gets home to check it out, sure enough, all of them are bad. And there may be something worse wrong.. but at that point, all I was hearing is "Blah blah blah, I'm going to cost a lot of money."