My demon possessed car kicked me in the balls again yesterday.
Last weekend I gave it a new fuel pump. The diaphragm was shot in the old one. It hasn't run right since. Then my bicycle was stolen Tuesday evening.
The demon bitch left me stranded downtown the other day. So I left it there overnight. That'll teach it.
Come to find out the sparkplug wires gave up the ghost. Three of them decided not to transmit spark anymore. Bought new plugs and plugwires. Changed out the three bad ones till I got home.
Seems it wasn't done with me yet.
Had to visit daughter after school yesterday to order school pics. Somewhere between her mom's house and mine (25 miles +/-) the muffler blew out and the car through two fan belts. They didn't break, they just rolled off the pulleys. And caught on themselves and tangled shit up. Yes the car was boiling over when I pulled into the driveway. Absolutely no indication anything was wrong.
I just closed the hood, went inside and tried to get about 5hrs sleep before work.
Last night I'll admit I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or go on a shooting rampage. Well I couldn't go anywhere to start shooting and crying is too gay, so all I could do was laugh. I'm sure anyone listening thought I had lost my mind.
It has long been decided the car is demon possessed. Now I know the gender. It's defiantly female. Spend a little money on it and it wants all you have and then some.
Looks like the 40hrs of overtime I'm getting on my next paycheck isn't going to build me a no-ban XM177-forgery. It's going to the evil bitch.
But in true arfkom fashion, I'm inside venting instead of outside figuring if the engine is shot or not.
But looking at the bright side:
I'm having steak & eggs for breakfast. Washed down with a stiff Jack & Coke.
And I'm not living in Florida. All you Florida crew keep your heads down and stay safe.