I seriously just need someone to invent a car that is Jessica-proof. It seems that every car I touch seems to end up worse off then when we started. The Saturn Saga was seemingly resolved – until the AC went out a few months ago.
You really need AC if you’re driving a car with black leather interior in St. Louis. Seriously.
So Husband and I have been carpooling in the other car while we saved up the $900 it’s going to take to fix the Saturn.
In all the craziness of the last few weeks, I’ve also been dealing with a new car. Dad’s Saturn Ion that he bought a few years ago is now here, allowing Husband and I to carpool to work in a car with far fewer miles and a working AC. Mom didn’t need a third card (she had hers and my brother had his) and decided that my dad would have wanted me to have it.
Believe me, there were many tears when we discussed the idea and it hasn’t been easy driving his car. When Mom handed me the actual title, I literally BURST into tears. It just seemed awfully real at that point.
So after that long introduction, I took the new car to the dealership [not really a Saturn dealer anymore, because Saturn doesn’t exist, but this one still deals with Saturn] to get an oil change – about 1,000 miles overdue.
The technician takes my car back and then comes out a few minutes later with this look on his face. You know the one. The one that says you’re going to owe a ton of money.
It turns out that the tires on the car [which honestly may be the original tires on the car] had “dry rot” and were unsafe to drive. The tech even said he was glad I got to the shop safely and didn’t have an accident they were so bad. The rubber was pulling apart from itself and had a gap in it on the front tire.
Obviously, I had Husband come pick me up and they had to replace tires. I pick it up tomorrow afternoon.
And to make matters worse? I came home to THIS in the mail…