Monday, October 23, 2006
"I know it's red."
My god, how much do I hate the need for car repairs? Apparently I haven't spent enough money on my much-despised car lately. Now the throwout bearing is going out in the clutch. I have no idea what that means exactly, except that it's expensive to fix. The first guy I took it to wants $800 to replace the whole clutch. You've got to be friggin' kidding me. He told me I probably had a few days at least before it went out completely, so I'm calling around for estimates. I am clearly in the wrong business--I should have become an auto mechanic. Except that it would require some working knowledge of mechanics, and that I don't have. I am good at many things, none of them automotives. The guy I just called for an estimate asked if it had a "single or double hoobdy-hobdy." Or something like that. I said I had no idea. "I know it's red." Fortunately, he laughed. His is the best quote so far, but I'm not stopping yet. I don't know anything about cars, but I know how to dial the phone.