Wheels Go Bust

It is finished. 7 years and 170,000 miles - of which 4 years and 120,000 miles are attributable to me. After throwing more money at the Nissan Ratmobile this year than the pervious three years combined, the last air-sucking, big gaping wound opened wide and suffocated me in the grind of a transmission that went PIF!

Adding insult to injury, my motor club (Allstate, for those that want to know who NOT to choose) could not get me a tow truck. One company refused to take me to my requested destination, no more than 8 miles where I was sitting dead on the road at 1 a.m. Another flatly refused to even come get me. I was left to the mercies of the Town of Tuxedo P.D. tow call list. They did respond quickly, and $196.00 later I was home. Guh. Anyone want to help draft the letter to Allstate that will ensure I get all my $$ back?

So now I have to car shop. I discovered that I HATE this. I love food shopping, clothes shopping, but cannot deal with the big-ticket-sweaty-palm-buyers-guilt-impending-doom feeling of buying a car. A neccessary evil I suppose. I'll keep you posted on my progress.

For those of you that would like to show ol' ResearchGuy a little love, you can help me get back on my wheels here: