Last summer, the night before our wedding, the Subaru blew a head gasket, and eighteen-hundred dollars later, (luckily?) we were able to drive it to PA. There, we had more troubles, bringing the total to just over two-thousand dollars.
THIS summer, we spent another twelve hundred when they told us that it needed new struts, as well as rack and pinion. We were hoping that would fix the shuttering problem, but come to find out, what they really need is THOUSAND[S!!] of more dollars to fix the viscus coupling (who even knows what that is) and some clutch problems... and engine mounts... and probably a million other things.
So... we came up with this brilliant strategy: Ignore it, and maybe it will go away.
We aren't really willing (or able) to pay to get it fixed, so we just let it sit, at home, all neglected and alone and broken. Evan has been driving my car instead; my trusty little Toyota, five years older than the Subaru and still goin' strong. The only grief it's ever given me is a dead battery in the midst of Rexburg's freezing winters. So you can imagine how my heart sank when I got a call from Evan in the airport, telling me that MY trusty little car completely shut down on his way to work. (Insert long, drawn out "Nnnnoooo!!!!")
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| Watching them tow away my old, faithful friend. |
But guess what? One week, one tow, and 150 bucks later, MY car is back in business! Boo-yah!
The moral of the story isn't that Toyota is better than Subaru (you can draw your own conclusions, there). The moral of the story is that maybe you should keep your currently functional cars in your prayers and prepare for unexpected expenses, cause you never know when this kind of stuff might happen to you!
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