My last car didn’t have a gas warning light, so when I got below 1/4 tank it was put it in the back of your head. My car ran out of gas on Father’s Day. Roadside for the win.
It’s my wife’s birthday on Monday so we’re hitting up a local resort, going to get drinks at a cave themed bar and hanging out in a hot tub followed up hopefully by hotel sex. Skipping the football though.
If I lived in Chicago proper and worked in Chicago proper, I could get away with not having a car. In fact my buddy parked his at his parents and moved to the city and got a job where his job subsidizes his public trans. Unfortunately, not all of us have the schedules conducent to commuting or work within easy public trans/walking. Plus, I was told I’d never drive and beat the odds, so I’ll be damned if I give up my car.
I’ll NEVER go to a dealer again for my car. Took it in for an oil change “You have an oil leak, $125 to diagnose it.” FUCK NO. If it’s my wife’s Lexus double fuck no. I can’t wait until I have the money to buy her a Toyota Prius Prime because of the fact that everything costs more because it has an “L” on the front. I just had my dad do brakes on her car and I only paid $200 for parts and $70 for a steak dinner.
Nothing like paying $1300 for a car only for it to die due to a ground issue, then fork out $600 for Pep Boys to fix it. I learned my lesson on that one. I bought a Haynes manual and plan on doing a lot of the maintenance myself, like oil changes and tune ups. I did treat myself to new wheels and tires though.
With heat indexes in the 100s the plan is to have an easy weekend.
I just booked three nights at a resort you’re my wife’s work that she found on Google maps interestingly enough for her birthday which is on September 10.
Going to a car show tomorrow then work after going to my mother in laws. She’s fronting me some money until I can get repaid for insurance for my new to me car.
Not sure about Sunday.
Haven’t had contact with one of my cousins in years. The other I keep in contact with on Facebook and Instagram. Last time I saw her was when we were visiting her dad in the hospital.
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My last car didn’t have a gas warning light, so when I got below 1/4 tank it was put it in the back of your head. My car ran out of gas on Father’s Day. Roadside for the win.
I’ve found some good independent shops though. My dad is a mechanic with 40 years experience.
It’s my wife’s birthday on Monday so we’re hitting up a local resort, going to get drinks at a cave themed bar and hanging out in a hot tub followed up hopefully by hotel sex. Skipping the football though.
If I lived in Chicago proper and worked in Chicago proper, I could get away with not having a car. In fact my buddy parked his at his parents and moved to the city and got a job where his job subsidizes his public trans. Unfortunately, not all of us have the schedules conducent to commuting or work within easy public trans/walking. Plus, I was told I’d never drive and beat the odds, so I’ll be damned if I give up my car.
I’ll NEVER go to a dealer again for my car. Took it in for an oil change “You have an oil leak, $125 to diagnose it.” FUCK NO. If it’s my wife’s Lexus double fuck no. I can’t wait until I have the money to buy her a Toyota Prius Prime because of the fact that everything costs more because it has an “L” on the front. I just had my dad do brakes on her car and I only paid $200 for parts and $70 for a steak dinner.
Nothing like paying $1300 for a car only for it to die due to a ground issue, then fork out $600 for Pep Boys to fix it. I learned my lesson on that one. I bought a Haynes manual and plan on doing a lot of the maintenance myself, like oil changes and tune ups. I did treat myself to new wheels and tires though.
GO PACK GO!
Now that you’re exclusive, PLEASE don’t fuck this up ERIC!
One of the last car shows of the season tomorrow, Sunday not sure depending on weather. On Monday gonna hit the gym and maybe TopGolf.
Love you Nick but I don’t feel sorry for you either
I went there for Valentine’s Day last year and my wife and I loved it.
I’ve stopped talking to my dad about work. I work in a call center, my dad is a retired mechanic whose ideas about work are stuck in 1972.
With heat indexes in the 100s the plan is to have an easy weekend.
I just booked three nights at a resort you’re my wife’s work that she found on Google maps interestingly enough for her birthday which is on September 10.
Happy birthday!
Cars, gaming, YouTube, every once in a while I like to go shooting.
Because there are better restaurants than Hooters. Like Twin Peaks. Or so I’ve heard
I picked up my new to me car this morning. Got on the highway to go home. Stop for gas. Alternator is dead. It’s been two hours in Pep Boys.
Amen! My work plays CBS News on a loop in the breakroom
Going to a car show tomorrow then work after going to my mother in laws. She’s fronting me some money until I can get repaid for insurance for my new to me car.
Not sure about Sunday.
Haven’t had contact with one of my cousins in years. The other I keep in contact with on Facebook and Instagram. Last time I saw her was when we were visiting her dad in the hospital.