It's Complicated

I'm not sure if hate is the right word. Perhaps the two of us just don't get along very well. Perhaps it's because of all the idiots who tried fixing it, but it reality didn't do a damn thing but still walked off with a paycheck.
As much as "land boats" usually refer to any car from the 1970s to mid-1980s, they still existed in the 90s. Like my '97 Buick LeSabre, for instance. Bought it off my grandfather for a cool $2500. Not bad for a car that had 96,000 miles on it when I bought it last summer. About a month or so later, my instrument cluster died on me, a problem that would push me to my limits for a whole year. Even the slightest bump in the road could send the speedometer needle running back to 0. First the inspectors didn't notice it wasn't working--figures the car would behave when it came time for inspection. But when I drove it home, 30 seconds after pulling out of the parking lot I was apparently doing 0 mph. Doesn't help that I live in a mountainous area where half the "mechanics" probably fix their cars using duct tape and WD-40. THEN I had to mail it to a place 500 miles away for them to reset the cluster (this was after a few more months had passed since inspection). And when I got it back, it didn't work. So I had to mail it AGAIN. That took another week.
At least it rides rather nice, though parking is a pain. I'm always either too close to the car in front of/behind me, and/or I'm always hanging out into the road (you wouldn't think 200 inches would be THAT long). Not to mention the car is VERY outdated. Once I drove my friends in it and they told me the interior looked like a nineteen seventy-something. They were right. And even people from 1997 thought it was from nineteen seventy-something.
It kills me, that all my friends have nice, shiny new cars, whereas I'm stuck with a used piece of crap that you only catch old people driving. Wanna know WHY this car has had so many problems? I think it's because once it goes over 100K miles, it dies. And I think that's because 99% of the people who drive a Buick--which are old people--don't live long enough to see six digits on their odometer. It's only a matter of time before this ancient behemoth of a relic has a coronary (which would be bad since I pretty much have to drive it everywhere). The only thing keeping me semi-sane is that I can still listen to the music on my iPod (though I had to buy a special tape deck that can hook up to MP3 players), and the fact that the seats aren't too bad.
It's only been a year and I'm tired of this car and all the money I've wasted on it.
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Sep 21, 2012