My van is the proud owner of brand-spankin new belts. Two of them, at double the price. The mechanic also flushed the transmission. I must confess I'm not too sure what that means, but can only guess it has a lot in common with another kind of flush. The toilet kind. I'm an expert at that.
The mechanic told me the color of my transmission fluid was bad. Well, to be honest, he used other technical sounding words, but that is what I got from the conversation. I then thought, Hmm, when the color of the fluid in my toilet is bad, I flush it. Several times just to be safe.
The mechanic also hinted, as politely as he could, that my van is not as young as it used to be, and it's transmission had never been flushed. This made me shudder and promptly agree to the proposed flushing. It may be because I was mentally comparing it to the toilet, and the thought of never having flushed it was really nasty. I refer you to past post, Three Apple Cores Down Under. It could also be because, for some strange reason, I trusted this guy. After all, he said everything else looked good to a girl who doesn't know squat about cars. And, no, I didn't share with him that I knew where to put the gas. I didn't think he'd be impressed.
Anywho, it's done, my purse is much lighter, and I came home and flushed all the toilets a few times just to clear the mental picture the mechanic unknowingly planted in my head. I also sent a sincere thank you Heavenward because I know I wasn't the one who put the idea to get my belts checked into my head.
What kind of car experiences have you had? Good and bad. Leave a comment and share the horror. Or you can share the . . . what is the opposite of horror? Well, share the non-horror storries, too.