Which would explain, in case anybody still cares enough to be wondering, why the everloving fuck His Imperial Majesty hasn’t exactly been prolific in his postings as of late.
Thank G-d my underpaid, overworked staff still find it within themselves to put something up here or this place would be as dead as Hillary Clinton’s crotch.
So why am I getting pissed? I’m glad you asked, or didn’t as the case might be, I’m going to vent anyway.
You know about the transmission that was blown that Sam Pack Ford on I-35 sold me, fucking lemon factory, assuring me that nothing was wrong with that vehicle, right? Well, that was 3,000 miles ago and anybody telling me that a mechanic, an actual mechanic as much as doing a test drive in a car with a blown torque converter without noticing is a normal thing, well… Go fuck yourself and go back to school.
That’s been fixed. I’m fine with that. My tranny is a race car now and, apart from my being pissed off at being blown off by Sam Pack and their sales director who promised me that he’d call back and never did, I’m cool. I just won’t do business with those pricks anymore and that means, right now, that they lost $6,500 worth of insurance paid body work right away. I don’t know how their business model works, but they might want to look into a different one because, no matter which way I look at it, I can’t see a win for them in there.
What I’m not thrilled about, what’s pissing me off big time, is the other repairs that I’ve had done which, at this point, have been an utter waste of time and money, neither of which I have in great abundance.
I HAD a car with a tranny that needed rebuilding and an overhaul. What I have now is a car that spews anti-freeze all over creation and a compressor that is lucky to push out air that is 85 degrees “cold.”
And this is about $3,000 worth of “repairs” later. The tranny I’m cool with, it works like a champ now, but I’m getting a little bit miffed about the rest of it.
Spending every fucking weekend of mine at the shop isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, and I’ve been doing just that for a month and a half now. So if I haven’t been able to post anything, that’s why. I have to sleep sometime.
First, we hang all the lawyers. Second, I suggest that we rape, mutilate and burn all the mechanics.
Fuck. Them. All. (Present company excluded).
And may their families be fucked to the seventh generation.