May 22, 2002
Exploding Volkswagens
Well, let me give you a little update on my end, and be forewarned, it's not pretty:
I got a call back from the car repair place, and they had bad news. Apparently, there was gasoline leaking into my oil tank, enough to warrant a closer look. So they did, and they found out that the electronic fuel injection system has been stuck on all the time. The computer that controls the device is bad or broken, and as a result the only way I could drive the thing is if they replaced the computer. Otherwise, the guy warned me, the car could blow up when I started it. I don't know how long this has been going on, but since he put it in that light, I think it's time to make a choice. He quoted me $1300 to buy the new computer part and install it...on top of the $500 of work he's already completed, which is now a waste of money and time.
So I'm more or less forced to buy a new car. I certainly cannot justify putting that much more into this car. It's thirteen years old for Christ's sake. How do you like that? I was prepared to drive the car home and spend some time saving some money to put a down payment on something, and well, that's not going to happen now.
I've got to figure out how to get rid of the Golf, what I'm going to do until I do buy a new one, and how the fuck I'm going to get home! So, R&W have offered to keep me here until I can get a car. I really don't have a choice. I almost wish that I had taken my chances driving the thing. It would have put an end to my misery if not causing everyone else more grief at my passing.
On a lighter note, tonight's the season finale of Enterprise, and then I can catch up with the episode of Six Feet Under that I missed last Sunday.
I don't know what else to say, so that's it.
