Super-reliable:
Posted on 11/29/2004 1:59:05 PM PST by Clive
My fella and I were going out of town. He was driving his "super reliable" car into which he pours nothing less than premium gas and synthetic oil and which, incidentally, is so much better and safer than my car that the two can never even be compared.
To boot, his car just got a tune-up and that became the launching point for a lecture about car maintenance habits and how I do not have any.
He should know. He's been working on my car all weekend. So blah, blah, I never check my oil (I forget), my tire pressure (um, my tire pressure measuring stick is broken), my radiator fluid (as if I even know where my radiator fluid is ...) and so on and so forth.
In fact, my car is in such shoddy shape, I should not even drive it anymore. Instead, I should just drive his car (which I'll simply refer to as super reliable from now on) but I have to remember not to start it in second gear because that WRECKS HIS CLUTCH.
In passing, my car-savvy fella mentioned that during his tune-up, the mechanic told him to consider replacing an ignition module or something of that sort. The mechanic, my fella concludes, is probably wrong and there is no problem with the car.
You should listen to the mechanic, I said, using up all the car advice I felt authorized to give. With your luck (he has the worst luck of anyone I know) the car will break down in the middle of a road trip and you'll be stuck there forever.
About 45 minutes later we were sitting on the side of the highway with the hazard lights on waiting for a tow truck.
That's right, Mr. Awesome-car-care-premium-gas-guy was digging around under the hood swearing and, to make matters worse, we gave the tow truck the wrong directions and were stranded for almost two hours at sub-zero temperatures in a car that would not start.
Two hundred bucks later, super reliable was in the shop and is there still, waiting for several hundred bucks worth of parts and labour.
In the meantime, the car's owner is driving my car (the one that does not have enough radiator fluid, the back doors do not open and is, overall, totally unreliable) to work.
Before I point out why this episode confirmed my attitude towards vehicles, consider this.
A couple of years ago I was driving my super junky K-Car along Highway 2.
I was just past Leduc when my tire seemingly exploded.
I pulled over, stupidly, on the left side of the highway and immediately realized I was stuck in the middle of six lanes of whizzing highway traffic.
I got out of the car, examined the tire (yep, it was flat) and pondered what to do next. I decided to walk to Nisku and call someone.
But before the traffic subsided for long enough to cross to the other side of the highway, some guy had already pulled over, put on my spare and asked me out for coffee.
Now I know I should learn how to change a flat and check my air tire pressure, but where's my incentive?
Obviously obsessive car maintenance, synthetic oil and all, does not eliminate breaking down on the side of the road.
Furthermore, if all of a sudden I learned to care about my spark plugs or my air filter, then so many guys would be deprived of the car-related lectures and rescues in which they secretly delight.
Besides, not knowing anything about cars means I generally listen to my mechanic when he says something needs to be fixed.
And let's face it, if it had been me driving ol' super reliable when it broke down, I could have got a ride back to town, and probably coffee, instead of trying not to die from the frost while waiting for the tow truck.
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What a pointless article.
Super-reliable:
My sister's idea of automotive maintenance is putting gas in the car!
Well maybe. The chick that wrote it probably doesn't know how to change light bulbs either.
So she wants to remain clueless and at the mercy of men in more ways than one? DUh!
This is pretty much how my wife snagged me. (Good God, Why would you put oil in your power steering pump?)
The correct technical term for this is "tire pressure thingy." I prefer to use my own method for checking tire pressure, but it works best at night. Metal rims. When you see sparks it's a fair indication your tire pressure's too low.
It couldn't be low on oil... the light didn't come on.
should've filled up the blinker fluid.
Dear Penthouse Forum...I never thought this would happen to me, but I was driving in my college town the other day and noticed this girl's car had broken down by the side of the road...
Probably talking about her husband, and slamming him for NOT doing what she says once again!
regards - red
The thing you don't want to know about cars is that every time you drive one, you've placed yourself in a steel box with a controlled explosion in front of you, a highly flammable liquid behind you, and you're moving at 60 mph amid strangers who may or may not be depressed, insane or morons. Who thought this concept up, again?
Somebody got paid for writing this?
I once stopped a leak in my 59 Ford Ranchero by filling it with STP.
> But before the traffic subsided for long enough to cross
> to the other side of the highway, some guy had already
> pulled over, put on my spare and asked me out for coffee.
So we know:
a. female, and
b. somewhere towards the right on the
Helen_Thomas-to-Supermodel scale.
The other 94.03% of the population need to maintain their cars.
And we are the suckers who read it.
/john
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