Szzzzzzzz… that was the sound of an egg on a sidewalk on this sizzling summer weekend. The temperature was a sweltering 95 degrees, which is unusual for our meteorologically moderate corner of the Puget Sound.
It was on this weekend, without obvious male assistance, that I decided to start car shopping. I’d had quite enough of the Subaru with the continually exploding head gasket that had been chained to me without my consent at the end of a past life. Subaru, even with the involvement of the Attorney General’s office, never did provide a permanent fix for the time bomb they created from inferior metal. It was time to move on. (more…)