Why I Hate Cars

First, it was an ornery ox censor.

Then it was bad cats.

Now, it’s a car gone MAD. Mad, I tell you.

The fuel gauge reads full, or almost full, slowly descending to ½ tank, until about 9 gallons are consumed. Then all hell breaks loose. The fuel gauge drops to empty, the check engine light comes on, and there are still like 4 gallons in the tank.

The first time this happened, I was flying down the turnpike (at a legal 65 MPH, I swear, officer) and it scared the Shiite out of me.

My car is 6 years old and it’s like Outback Behaving Badly. Maybe it just wants a vacation. What do you think?

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