The power steering in my car went kaput during our outing to the mountains. In all honesty, it had been making a fun noise with hard right-hand turns, but in the commotion of carnival and packing & doggie care, I just forgot about it. Suddenly, I found myself seated next to MOTH inside a car packed to the gills . . . and I remembered to say, "Oh, hey . . . I think something's gone wonky with the steering." It was probably a blessing that he was with me. Given the alternative, he wouldn't have believed me the first time OR traded cars to actually experience the noise.
Then, as I executed a sharp right around a cone zone and into Montezuma lot, suddenly, there was nothing. Well, nothing except a river rock wall coming mighty quickly toward a car that wasn't turning very well. I was taken back immediately to my first car-owner days. I drove this:
I bought it from a farmer for $800. I had to hire a tow truck to pull it out of the field where it had been parked for a zillion years. It was a complete hunk of junk. But it was MY hunk of junk, purchased completely with hard earned tips from my job as a breakfast waitress. Anyway, it had four gears, no get up and go and zero power steering. I had to put all of my then-110 pounds into it and hang on the wheel to make a turn.
Friday, I called for service on my car.
Authorized service has changed locations.
It's not close.
It's no longer under warranty.
And the worst part . . . my lease ISN'T up this May . . . it's NEXT May.
About $597.30 worth of sad. So, I guess since I'll be driving this guy (his name is Beck . . do you name your cars?) for another 13 months . . .
I'll go ahead and have the oil leak fixed. Ironic, if I do the oil leak AND the power steering, the price drops to $397.70. That's better. I'll also have the passenger side rear view mirror fixed. I snagged it on the side of the garage and cracked that sucker right off. Darn hard luck.
Warning to all: Don't do that. It's very expensive to fix. Very expensive. Crud.
And that's my sad car story of the day.
But while I'm on a money-rant, I feel compelled to say . . . our insurance guy came over. My dad was an insurance sales man. I remember going on house calls with him when I was a kid. It was mind-numbingly boring. Still is. But, now, I finally get the difference between term life and whole life. An ah-hah moment. And did you know there's such a thing as a long-term care insurance package? You can purchase it . . . and it gives you and your spouse a combined total of long term care years. Hmm.
Still on money: I sold (yes, sold) the mahonka entertainment center. Yea, me. We're moving it today. I'm so excited. Now I can finally get what I want for that space. Double yea for me.