Car go bye bye

At least temporarily. They killed it. Murdered it.

I had it back for a couple of days post-cam belt drama, but it was running like an eighteen wheeler, so it went back in Friday.

Last night, we had a meeting with the head mechanic, from which the key words appear to be 'piston rings', 'bent valve(s)', 'recon specialist', and 'highly unusual'. Since none of that relates to shoes, I was all but lost, but judged the importance of it all on the apoplexy the husband seemed to be having next to me. The long and the short of it is that we are probably looking at a new engine, which, incidentally, will be costing them a fortune. Not me. I paid my $800.00 for the cam belt and that's my bit done. I just have to live with the courtesy car for the next few weeks, with it's $1,000.00 excess in case of incident, and the rest of Auckland just has to live with my nana driving out of fear of such incident.

It's a little bit ironic (I think) that my poor little car (and Visa as a side issue) would have been better off if I'd kept the $800.00 and just let it blow itself apart if and when the cam belt felt suicidal.

Someone asked me yesterday if I have a pet name for my car, apparently because 'all girls seem to'. Putting that sweeping (and yet accurate, at least in this particular case) statement aside, said person did manage to get me to admit to having named my car ... I call it the polonoscopy, because it's just about small enough to fit up your bum (yes, he was sorry he asked). As per usual, it horrifies my mum (she doesn't know how I turned out this way), and amuses my dad.

I'm all class.

Have a good Tuesday!