I've finally have had it with the Oldsmobile. After eight return trips to the mechanic and $700 the A/C is still broken. Actually it was done in by Al Gore and his new toxic Freon. I hate to give up on it , but I can't drive in a Dutch Oven and I think I created a one car Freon shortage in western N.C. I can't face the mechanic again and I'm sure it's becoming a lose/loose situation all around. Yesterday I was driving home and some senior made a left in front of me from the center lane and for a moment I thought it might be better to hit him and end this saga. The 1993 brakes almost guaranteed a hit but at the last second I swerved around him. American drivers are brain-dead; an Italian driver would have blown his horn, gunned it and passed in front of me. However, in true befuddled, senile, distracted, medicated North Carolina driving style he crossed my lane and stopped dead.
Marianne wants the car for just tooling around Grove City. My response to that offer is similar to Rep. Joe Wilson's comment during Obama's health care speech: "YOU LIE". I know she would take it to Fargo N.D. and break down and have to call Uncle Dick.
So, instead of putting it in the classifieds and having a dozen Mexicans at my door I have decided to I'm going to donate it to a local missionary. It's sort of like pulling the plug on Grandma because she has a toothache, but perhaps he knows someone who can fix the A/C. It's all Al Gore's fault.
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Alternate title for your post:
1993 Oldsmobile...RIP
Personally, I wouldn't dump the car on a missionary. In my opinion, representatives of the Kingdom "deserve" something nice and affordable (maintenance free) to drive.
I am surprised you've hung on to the "old gal" as long as you have. As Solomon wrote: There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven— ...A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
I'm getting sentimental. Patrick was happy to get the beater. He might get a year (20,000 miles) out of it, and maybe his mechanic can find the leak. He loved the big trunk for his instruments; he brings music to nursing homes in three counties.
I think it was becoming a hobby just to keep it going, but now I realize it's not worth it. I actually considered taking the plates off until the fall. It's not ready for the crusher. It will pass inspection and it gets 24 mpg and down here that's what matters. Besides, I asked CP if she wanted to donate her Element; all I got was a look.
Classic.
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