Leftover Chinese Likes his Car a Little Less Each Day

No, I don't take her for granted...at least I don't think I do. I get the oil changed every three to five thousand miles. I keep the air filter clean and top all fluids. I wash when necessary and during each change of season, I'll take her to the car-wash place for a solid vaccum job. Lately I've made an effort not to start every intersection like a race.

When I got my entire front-brake system replaced two weeks ago, I claimed that I didn't hear any squeaking when the pads wore off. I didn't notice the grinding sound until I got off the Interstate in DeKalb. Maybe I did hear them and chose not to. New brakes are not cheap.

Back in October, I would shut down the motor and smell fresh gas. I just assumed I was going crazy. Either somebody was doing a bad job of siphoning my gas tank, or it must be the other cars. Again, I ignored the warning sign. Not until this month when the entire back-seat area featured fresh gas aroma did I decide to take a closer look. New Fuel pumps are not cheap either.

Perhaps I do take her for granted.

Over the past two weeks and three garages, I've spent my way back to normalcy. Good times.

Anybody want to buy a Dodge?

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