Broken Spring

I took my car in for its annual Pennsylvania inspection on Saturday. I thought that would be an easy project, just a perfunctory check. (By mistake, I'd let my inspection expire a couple of months, and in PA that's a no-no.)

Well, bummer. It seems like every time I take a car in for inspection there's something wrong. Niggling little things. This time there were two "somethings." I have a faulty oil sensor: $146. And I have a broken front spring: $350. So, in addition to the cost of the inspection, I'm looking at $650 or so. And no noticeable difference in the car. Just a new inspection sticker.

On the other hand, I'm glad I didn't find out about that broken spring by going around a corner fast and having uncontrollable wheel hop. That would have been a real bummer.

Wouldn't You Be Embarrassed?

This monster was parked across from me this morning at my train station. I mean, there are big cars, and then there's this behemoth, the my thingy is so small and my sense of what's wrecking the environment is so twisted, besides did I ever mention that I was the starting quarterback in high school? kind of autobeast.