When You Own A Plastic Car...

…the results are inevitable. What else can you really expect? Seriously. A no haggle price on a car made of plastic? Sounded fishy to me before, sounds fishy to me still. One thing is certain however, I’ll never own another plastic car.

The problem started a little while ago in the extreme cold we had in late December/early January. FMD and I thought it was nothing more than an old battery that had lost its cranking power. We should have known better when the only place to buy a battery for her Ion was at the dealer and they seemed FAR to eager to hook a computer to the thing and charge her extra just to make sure things were “OK.”

The car survived the bitter cold when we were up north for FMD’s grandfather’s funeral. Heck, it got down to -19 on day and the car started like a champ. Now back in the city, it has stranded FMD twice now and found me getting bundled up and headed out at midnight to rescue her only to find out her car finally started once I got all my cold weather clothes on. Fishy I thought.

Anyways, FMD took the car to the dealer today. A quick computer hook up and $100 already burned for doing that, she was told her “body controller thing-a-ma-jig” (her words not mine folks) was on the fritz. For the low low price of $365 for the computer and another $100 for labor, the car could be fixed and as good as new for the low low price of about $600. Shit.

“While we were checking out the rest of your car, we noticed your front rotors have rust on them and they should be replaced. While you’re replacing the rotors, you should really replace your pads. While you’re doing work on your front brakes, you should have your back ones serviced as well.” Double shit!

Well, needless to say, we don’t want anybody stuck on the road after a 12 hour shift in a hospital so we bit and did the computer, not the brakes. I’m not even going to get into how much they wanted to fix those!

Bleh.

Well, I can only hope being a home owner isn’t as troublesome as being a home owner. Ok. I realize it won’t be, but at least my house won’t be made of plastic.