My car died today. That was an epiphany after the shop mechanic gave me his diagnosis: “It is just not going to run right on three cylinders” he said.
My car was a 15 years old Volkswagen Jetta. Thought it was going to run forever.
Once we agreed that salvage was the best option, my heart grew heavy. The VW had been a real trooper. It went from my hand to my son’s. From me going to work to my son going to school. It was hard to think this is the end.
Despite all my DIYs on oil changes, tire rotations, and body work, the timing belt proved to be the insurmountable piece of straw that broke my VW’s heart (engine). This was after having survived two separate deer hit -and-run accidents nevertheless.
I shall miss my VW, but probably more on the two new tires, four new spark plugs, and a host of other parts that was just recently replaced on it.
What makes your heart ache?