My previous Day-in-Hell post still has ramifications. The repairs cost me 95$. Half for parts ; 23$ for a connector, 4$ for a bolt that I had in my pockets and 20$ for plastic clips for the front bumper. The other half was labour and no more than 30 minutes worth, I'm sure. Those clips had a very brief but intense existence and are now strewn somewhere along Rte 132 West. Gather 'round kids, let me tell you a story.
A couple weeks ago, the car was attacked by a very big and vicious snowbank. It, along with his friend Black-Ice, ambushed us as we were driving along, minding our business. As we turned onto a side street, Black-Ice forced the car into a tail spin and Snowbank tackled us to a stop. Not very impressed, I got out to see what kind of injuries we sustained but I couldn't make out much of anything in the darkness. As he would give me no explanation for this unconscionable attack, I proceeded to teach Snowbank a lesson and kicked him in the ding-dings! He disappeared with a few satisfying poofs. I thought nothing more of it and we went on our merry way.
15 klicks later, we hear a horrible rumbling sound, then a loud crack and a bump coming from the left front tire. Great, a blowout on the highway and it's -20 bloody degrees below. 4-ways on, I get out to inspect and found, not a busted tire, but what was left of the front fender, simply hanging by the last of the not-so-long-ago-installed plastic clip. I tugged a bit and the whole thing just came off in my hands. As I took swift and decisive actions against Snowbank, there's nothing more to do but to chuck the fender in the garbage and try not to think of the time and money wasted.
A couple weeks ago, the car was attacked by a very big and vicious snowbank. It, along with his friend Black-Ice, ambushed us as we were driving along, minding our business. As we turned onto a side street, Black-Ice forced the car into a tail spin and Snowbank tackled us to a stop. Not very impressed, I got out to see what kind of injuries we sustained but I couldn't make out much of anything in the darkness. As he would give me no explanation for this unconscionable attack, I proceeded to teach Snowbank a lesson and kicked him in the ding-dings! He disappeared with a few satisfying poofs. I thought nothing more of it and we went on our merry way.
15 klicks later, we hear a horrible rumbling sound, then a loud crack and a bump coming from the left front tire. Great, a blowout on the highway and it's -20 bloody degrees below. 4-ways on, I get out to inspect and found, not a busted tire, but what was left of the front fender, simply hanging by the last of the not-so-long-ago-installed plastic clip. I tugged a bit and the whole thing just came off in my hands. As I took swift and decisive actions against Snowbank, there's nothing more to do but to chuck the fender in the garbage and try not to think of the time and money wasted.
