When I decided to make the move to NYC I was excited for many reasons, one of which was the idea of not being an owner of an automobile. High gas (diesel) prices, CO2, and other concerns would no longer be mine.
But any time you get behind the wheel you runt he risk of getting that sickening, falling feeling in your stomach as the engine sputters, fails, sputters and finally dies. Your vehicle that just a moment ago was a useful conveance, an open invitation to explore the world, this symbol of freedom suddenly becomes a very heavy set of chairs and a radio.
The theatre’s ’92 Ford Tempo nearly became a 2 ton couch last night as I turned into the Brown’s drive. I’m hoping a little more gas (you never know how accurate someone else’s gauges are) and some motor oil (I hope the 20w50 I accidentally bought wasn’t a fatal mistake) will help.
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