They say she needs a new clutch and a whole new front suspension with new boot to replace the one ripped open, now exposing a tie rod.
They also say that she needs a new starter, a front light shakes loose, turning off (until I thump it) with and that rear oxygen sensor.
I laugh at how the odds keep stacking against me and reflect upon how we always succeed by luck’s whimmed magic.
Meanwhile, I am still paying for the refurbished head gaskets.
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