In which t fixes her car. Again.
My car only had to last until July 5th, dammit. Dad and I replaced the master cylinder today (that’s part of the braking system, for those not forced to constantly repair their cars :)). It took all day, and I got none of the crap I needed to finish done. Dammit. On the plus side, my car is safe to drive again. I’m pretty sure not killing anyone else on the road is well worth not being able to spend the day running errands.
I’m getting pretty handy with my car, these days. Give me my Chilton, some tools, and a resource (e.g. Dad), and I can do anything. ANYTHING.