mother fucker...

I

FUCKING

HATE

MY

FUCKING

WHITE

PIECE

OF

FUCKING

SHIT

i'm getting ready to leave work, put my car in gear, back out of my parking space and go to turn and something doesn't feel right. i pull off to the side and take a look to see if i have a flat tire or something.

nope.

i turn the steering wheel and i feel the wheels strain. i get out to see if something is visually broken, nope. i do a few slow circles and i can feel something binding. i put it in park and there is a very audible *thunk*.

so i figure out if i don't turn the wheels too far, i can drive in a straight line and wide curves w/o a problem (i hope). it feels like it does when i try and try in 4wd and go around a sharp corner, and if felt like i was in 4wd, but i have no way of turning it off. unfortunately, i know that i need to have the 4x4 control motor replaced ($420 for parts/labor) so i'm not worried that there's more wrong with it.

i drive over to the dealer and when i get there, the wheels continue to feel all fucked up, and if i try to do a sharp turn, it feels like it's binding even more. i talk to reggie, but he isn't able to help much. i call M, swearing a blue streak about this mess and decide that it's not safe so i head back and ask reggie if i can leave it.

the service department is open at 7am, but reggie informs me that i had better get there early if i want them to look at it, otherwise monday morning. fortunately, i can leave it so i limp it into the service dept, take stuff out (laptop, pull car key off of house keyring, etc) and it's now sitting there.

fortunatley, they were able to give me a ride home so here i am sitting with the fan blowing on me. it's fucking hot outside. but i managed a trip to the local wine shop to aquire some fermented fizzy juice.

so here i'm sitting w/o a fucking car.

AGAIN.

fucking white piece of fucking shit.