I have made it a point not to rant here.  I know I have stated some opinions from time to time, but haven’t gone off full blown.  Today, however, may be the first time I do.

I hate my car.  I hate the fact it costs too damn much to fix.  I hate the fact that I have nowhere I can go, other than The Squire’s estate, where I can work on my car.  I hate that I am now dependant on my car to get to work, rather than walking.  And I especially hate the fact I have to borrow money to get my car fixed.

Yesterday, I called out so that I could repair the bearing on the left rear wheel.  I borrowed a Dremel from The Squire so I could make the cuts.  But after wrestling with the wheel, starting and stopping due to the rain (remember: I am working on my car in the parking lot of my building), and having to bike back and forth to NAPA, I came to the conclusion that I am not the right man for the job.

I have put too much time and energy into this vehicle over the past few months, and all it does is frustrate me.  But here is the question:  is it the car that frustrates me or that my paycheck doesn’t give me the financial freedom so that I don’t worry about things like that?  I think maybe a vocational change may be in order.  I don’t know what, but I need to think long and hard about it.

Anyway, the Jetta goes in the shop Saturday morning.  I’ll have AAA tow it down there Friday night.  Maybe after this my luck will change.

Don’t hold your breath.