Went out running errands yesterday. Car started fine. Ran fine. All good.
Get out of one place, ready to head to another, car acts weird upon starting. Frown lines barely cross my head, when it catches, and all's right with the world. (Yes, this car has fuel injection, so, yes, that's weird).
Next place? Nada. Zip. Zein, zilch. Car tries to turn over, tries to "catch," (only those of us old enough to remember when cars didn't have fuel injection will understand that phrase), but, NO GO.
Now, out here, as you may recall, there ain't no bus lines. No taxis. No nuttin'. I'm 30 miles from the house. I had to call the long-suffering Mr. Hitch to come hither and fetch. AND we had to find a car repair shop (another species on the Endangered list, it seems), and get it towed.
I have serious, serious grumps today. I mean,
, the car is ONLY 16 years old.
I mean, jeeze, right? Worse, it gave NO warning, not really. One slightly imperfect start, on my route, and then, KABLAMMO? That's just...rude.
Nonetheless: DEAD CAR. I have about as much desire to spend hard-earned for a NEW car, or even, mostly-new car, as I have to perform cataract surgery upon myself with a rusty sharpened spoon and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Hitch