i finally got my car back last monday. as much as i’ve been wanting a new car and surreptitiously coveting minis, i have to say that i LOVE driving my car. i’m not sure if it’s quite like the mazda “zoom-zoom” campaign, as in my head it’s more like the “beep beep zip bang!” of that road runner cartooon. except that the “bang!” is sometimes me blowing out my engine.
speaking of which, if the whole engine has been replaced, how much is this really the car that i knew and loved? at what parts of the car can i replace and still consider it to be my same old beloved auto? i’ve already replaced several body panels through repairs of numerous accidents, and now i’m on the second engine and possibly the third radiator. and let’s not even count windshields and soft convertible tops.
even worse, what if the new engine is haunted? not unlike those horror stories where you get the arm transplant from a serial killer and you turn into a unwitting host to a KILLING HAND (the bloody hook should be a giveaway), what if i’ve gotten the engine from the miata equivalent to christine? granted, the miata version of christine would likely hit something and then crumple itself, but you get the idea. perhaps that’s why the attendent at rainbow grocery was yelling at me last week for allegedly driving recklessly in the garage. i should have pleaded, “it’s not my fault! it’s the car! IT’S THE CAR!!!”
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