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SON OF A BITCH, my car is. Last month I thought I had a small coolant leak that turned out to be a fifteen hundred dollar repair. The water pump died which is conveniently driven by the timing belt. The timing belt is a bitch and half to deal with because it’s damn expensive and the labor to remove it is ungodly. As I’m walking out of the garage I tell the guy "no offence, but I don’t want to see you again any time soon." I knew I should have never said that. I knew it. I walked away thinking that I just fixed nearly every damn belt, pump, and hose in the car; what else could possibly go wrong? Now jump to a few days ago. I’m driving along and the clutch pedal starts to feel real loose. Almost as loose as this girl I know at Bennigans. I have to mash the pedal into the floor just to get the car to engage. I drive on it for a few days hoping it will go away, but these types of things never do. So I’m leaving the bar last night feelin pretty good cause I just saw my favorite girl and I find myself having to assault the car into gear. It was getting to the point of being undrivable so needless to say it ruined my night. I got the call today from the garage that I’m going to need a new three hundred dollar clutch accompanied by six hundred dollars of labor. Six hundred dollars of labor? Six hookers at the same time would cost less in labor. The sad part is that this really is all my fault. I have to confess, I love to ride the clutch. I dream about those red lights that come to a stop on a slope. I love coasting backwards towards the car behind me while they summarily freak out expecting me to hit them. Inches from their bumper I apply my ninja clutch skills and just hover there. Way too much fun.
Jeff says:
What makes you think this is a contest to me? Let me be very clear: This is anything but a contest (or even conquest). Like I’ve said before, it’s not often I meet someone that I’m really intrigued by and really interested in getting to know better. Yes, maybe my behavior has been a little off, but not because this is a game to me. I think I’m just trying so hard not to screw this one up that I’m screwing it up. I’m trying to take control of a situation that I ultimately do not have any control over whatsoever. (and that’s a new tough concept for me to learn) By this point I’ve made a conscious decision lay low, give it space and time, and see what all pans out in the end.
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Wow, you and your car might need some time apart to appreciate it a little more. It’s amazing to find out that once you don’t have it how important something is to you. If you take better care of it maybe it would do the same for you. That also is the same for your pick of women. I know that you like this new one but life is not a contest that you always have to win. You might see that once you don’t win, you do win. You don’t always have to know everything. You may not understand what I am saying just remember I am always the sober one at the end of the night. You maybe are the smarter one but love and relationships don’t apply in that equation. By the way, PASSIONATE according to American Heritage Dictionary is: Capable of or having intense feelings. 2. Wrathful by temperament. Have a good day.