My very first car was beautiful. It had a sunroof, leather seats, a spoiler, and was
adorned with 716 bumper stickers that told the drivers behind me that A) I was obviously a teenager and B) I liked
music, democrats, going against the norm, and clever sayings that reaffirmed my
youth. And while it looked
so cool from the outside, I neglected to think about the inner workings of the
car – the parts of the car that made it run. I drove it through PA, NY, and everywhere in between,
without so much as an oil change, a tire rotation, or a service check. One day it literally just stopped
working. Every car I’ve had since then (save the
car I have now) was given to me or handed down to me, and suffered a similar
fate. Learning from my mistakes takes
me a few more mistakes than the rest of the world, apparently.
I bought my own brand new car a year and a half ago; funny
that when you buy something yourself, you tend to treat it better. Today I took my car in for its 10,000
mile routine service check. Before
something went wrong. Before the
check engine, check oil, check fluids, check battery, check everything lights
came on. Before I was stuck
on the side of the road with smoke wafting out of the engine. I am grateful for finally doing something as a precautionary
measure instead of as an emergency measure. Never again do I want to get in my car and have to say a
little prayer to the automotive gods that the warning lights on my dashboard
don’t light up – it’s a feeling of impending doom. A very expensive impending doom.
I’ve learned my lesson about taking care of things along the
way instead of having to fix them after a catastrophe. If I ever have kids, the 4th one
is going to be in great shape.
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