scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

1.2.05

that bastard car.

never buy a volkswagen.

repeat, never, ever, ever buy a volkswagen. no matter how fun they are to drive, or how they look at you with those big glowy dials on the dash, or what you might think of the long and distinguished history of German engineering, never buy a volkswagen. even though they have moonroofs and leather seats, even if they have the fairly-decent gas mileage, even with all the lovely details on the interior - the hydraulic door-handles, the visor lights that switch off automatically, the more than decent sound system - never buy a volkswagen. It's all a facade. Smoke and mirrors. Because as soon as you put your faith in it, as soon as you start to love driving the damn thing, with its cheery zip and that turbocharged step and the nice relaxing vroom, as soon as you start to breathe easy around it, it craps out. Again. and then just when you think it's fixed and you have your car back that you love and you can drive it all you want, it craps out. Again.

it's my first car. and it's too late for the texas lemon law (which has to be done in the first 24 months or 24000 miles). and what if i bought a shitty car? what does a person do when that person has a shitty car? what kind of schmuck does that make me? i don't want to be a schmuck.

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scrawled @ 16:23