The Jeep is dead. Long live the bus.
Well, friends, it’s dead. It’s not really, completely, totally dead. (I’m a little too cautious for that – I wouldn’t keep a problematic vehicle on the road if I could help it.) On life-support, I suppose. It’s going to be time for brake shoes any day now, and we have a transmission fluid leak. That’s right. I dared to speak The Automobile Repair Which Should Not Be Named. Transmission. So, yeah. We may sell it off for parts or projects and call it a day.
Remember friends, we’re talking about a 1989 here. Having the transmission seals (or worse) replaced at the same time that we are going to be needing new brakes … Well, you know. There is a point of diminishing returns. And if we needed an entire transmission … no way. So, we may junk it. We’ll think about it.
So, we shall be car-less for a while. How are we able to do that? The county bus, and the kindness of friends. We’re on the bus line, and they’ll pick up right here. Partner’s office is a designated daily stop. Perfect. And for that matter, all of our neighbors go exactly the same direction each morning. Groceries and errands? Said neighbors have claimed us as family, so we have no problem there.
So, it’s off the road. I don’t quite know whether this is a bold decision or a foolish one, but I do know the following. 1. I’m not going to be running a dangerous car on the road. 2. This will put us ahead, to some degree – We could likely get five-hundred or so bucks to junk it or sell it off (got advice from a friend who own a body shop), besides not spending forty bucks each week on gas. Puts us a good ways toward buying a new car. A little. Maybe.
In the time being, it will sit. And it does run. Not going to take it anywhere, but it does run. Like, if there were a aliens-from-space fireball explosion headed for the property and we needed to flee in our old, dirty Jeep – Indiana Jones-style – we could.
Too bad. I liked the Jeep. Ah, well. As Indy says, “It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage.”