So I finally pulled the plug on my '97 Cavalier yesterday afternoon. I feel OK about it. I'd put a new engine in last February and hoped this would squeeze a few more years out of the thing. But it was like sewing a shiny fresh metal heart to a bunch of rusty old organs. It shook them to bits with its vigor. Everything ancillary has failed over the past six months. I finally told Crappy Tire to pull the plug at noon on Sunday. and an hour later when I was driving by in my emergency rental I saw a tow-truck hauling it off to automobile heaven. Bye bye old car! I won't miss a CD -player where you had to open the trunk to change CDs. I won't miss the pain in my guts from thinking that this drive might be the one where the car failed somewhere in the 905 area code, where rural primitives allegedly still raise "pigs" and "cows", and occasionally eat city folks whose cars have stalled. My one regret is that I never managed to have s...
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