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Before we got inundated with tornado warnings, hurricane type winds and a fuckton of rain (right after last week’s snow storm ), my brake lights (stop lamps, in the tail light sector of my car) decided to stop working, so today, for a small price, I took my car to the mechanic and they got it all sorted out (fixed). My car has more secrets than ever. The previous owners from California rolled this car, then fixed it up as if nothing like that ever happened, yet each year that goes by, I have to fix whatever really happened to this car.

My car is super cute, gets fabulous gas mileage (I only burn about $10 worth of Premium gas each week), but my car is full of secrets. But my mechanic is a fantastic detective. He shows me all its secrets each time it needs my mechanic to fix whatever goes haywire.

$28 bucks for bulbs and time to chase down another “secret.”