Tuesday, April 13, 2010
About 5 weeks ago, i went to the tire dealer to get a new set of tires. I am a fast driver, yet a good one and i was noticing that my car was skiding in the curves and pretty much going all over the place as soon as there was sand or water on the road. Which in PV tends to happen a lot. Between the beach, the dust, cobblestone streets, dirt roads, the unexpected rains we had in January and February, construction sites everywhere, people watering the street in front of their house to stick the dust on the ground (instead of on their couch), yeah, dirt and water is a recurrent occurrence in PV.
So since my car was now doing more and more of its own will more than what i wanted it to do, a trip to the tire dealer was a tall order.
You should have seen his face when he saw my tires. He was like "how long have you been driving this car around like this? I have never seen such used tires"
Please note that i actually BROUGHT you the car in question. Now DO something about it. I mean it's actually quite something that i even thought about bringing it. And now you're telling me i should have brought it 6 months ago? Well 6 months ago my car was still answering my commands and not going all over the place like it's out of its fucking mind.
Oh come on, i am a woman, what do you expect? It's my dad who normally does all those car related shit for me.
Oh, how i love to use this excuse. I mean yes, i am a woman. And yes, back in the days, when i was still living with my parents, it was my dad taking care of all this shit. But i was taught to be an independant woman who can perfectly take care of herself. And i must say, i actually think i am. But i am also a sloppy lazy bitch who couldnt care less about her car being as dirty as hell, with only one rim left (on the spare wheel) and oil that gets to reach the color and texture of caramel before it even OCCURS to me to change it.
I KNOW those things need to be done, i just completely forget about it or postpone until my car dies on me. Which, as my mechanic (and my dad) always tell me (in a contained anger voice) is not good for the car.