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machine_dove at 08:57am on 03/09/2004
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I love. My car. It's quite possibly the most magnificent piece of machinery to ever run on four wheels.
See, I live out in the country. By "country" I mean "random gunshots are fairly common, and, unlike my old house, nothing to be concerned about." I also mean "the closest gas station that sells premium is 17 miles away."
I usually get 400+ miles out of every tank of gas before I need to refule. Fairly respectable, in my mind. When I pulled into my driveway yesterday afternoon and glanced at my current mileage, it was at 450, and I was quite firmly on empty. Gack!
Using all my gas-conservation skills, I started my drive into work, feeling a bit stressed. Running out of gas on narrow, windy roads without shoulders is not how I wanted to spend my morning. I kept one eye on my inactive gas warning light, and the other on the road, and somehow made it into the station. 467 miles on one tank of gas, and my gas light never even came on. I love my car!
Monday, I had to take it in for its first oil change. Over 12,000 miles before I needed an oil change - did I mention I love my car? And, even better, they changed out all the filters, checked a few other things, changed the oil, washed my car, and...it was free.
I don't think I could find a better car for my commute.
See, I live out in the country. By "country" I mean "random gunshots are fairly common, and, unlike my old house, nothing to be concerned about." I also mean "the closest gas station that sells premium is 17 miles away."
I usually get 400+ miles out of every tank of gas before I need to refule. Fairly respectable, in my mind. When I pulled into my driveway yesterday afternoon and glanced at my current mileage, it was at 450, and I was quite firmly on empty. Gack!
Using all my gas-conservation skills, I started my drive into work, feeling a bit stressed. Running out of gas on narrow, windy roads without shoulders is not how I wanted to spend my morning. I kept one eye on my inactive gas warning light, and the other on the road, and somehow made it into the station. 467 miles on one tank of gas, and my gas light never even came on. I love my car!
Monday, I had to take it in for its first oil change. Over 12,000 miles before I needed an oil change - did I mention I love my car? And, even better, they changed out all the filters, checked a few other things, changed the oil, washed my car, and...it was free.
I don't think I could find a better car for my commute.
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