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sabineMy car is awesome.
George is a '93 Buick. He's a tank and totally reliable. Yes, I've had to put some money into him to keep him running, but I haven't had any major problems in the last 5 months or so. He's not a stylish car - certainly not what my self-image would prefer to be driving - but he's sturdy and always starts. These are very good things.
There is something that's been severely getting on my nerves with him, though. It's not that I only have a tape deck. It's not that the inside of the windows frost over as easily as the outside. It's not even that the indicator to tell you what gear you're in is permanently stuck one to the left of where you actually are.
No, it's that the goddamn gas gauge likes to mess with me.
I pull out of the parking lot this morning - just under 1/4 tank.
I get to the stoplight - In the yellow just before E
I get to the parking garage - Past E, hanging out in the "I have absolutely no gas" space
I pull out of the parking garage - On E
I get to the stoplight - Back into the yellow
I pull into the gas station - On E
So I got gas and poured in a container of fuel injector cleaner for good measure. When it gets almost empty again, I'll add some anti-gas-line-freezing something so that I'm ready for bitter cold.
And speaking of cold, Mother Nature has three days to get her act together and get me some snow. I'm just sayin'.
George is a '93 Buick. He's a tank and totally reliable. Yes, I've had to put some money into him to keep him running, but I haven't had any major problems in the last 5 months or so. He's not a stylish car - certainly not what my self-image would prefer to be driving - but he's sturdy and always starts. These are very good things.
There is something that's been severely getting on my nerves with him, though. It's not that I only have a tape deck. It's not that the inside of the windows frost over as easily as the outside. It's not even that the indicator to tell you what gear you're in is permanently stuck one to the left of where you actually are.
No, it's that the goddamn gas gauge likes to mess with me.
I pull out of the parking lot this morning - just under 1/4 tank.
I get to the stoplight - In the yellow just before E
I get to the parking garage - Past E, hanging out in the "I have absolutely no gas" space
I pull out of the parking garage - On E
I get to the stoplight - Back into the yellow
I pull into the gas station - On E
So I got gas and poured in a container of fuel injector cleaner for good measure. When it gets almost empty again, I'll add some anti-gas-line-freezing something so that I'm ready for bitter cold.
And speaking of cold, Mother Nature has three days to get her act together and get me some snow. I'm just sayin'.
