This morning my car guy came by to listen to my car. It has been making a rattling noise for a while now whenever I started it. As the noise would generally go away after the car warmed up, I did as I usually do when it comes to my car - I ignored it.
Until The Husband heard it. Then he harassed me until I asked our car guy to come take a look. When I talked to him on the phone, he sighed. And then told me that it is probably one of two things. One of those things is bad and the other is a fairly easy fix.
I was hoping for the easy fix. I'm sure you can guess where this is going.
He informed us the problem was bad. He offered two solutions - replace the engine or get another car. He seemed to leaning to the newer car option. He then told me that I should only drive the car to work if I HAD to because I could end up stranded on the side of the road if and when the car decides to seize up. We are thinking for the meantime, I may drive The Husband's car to work and he will drive mine since his job is about two miles up the road while mine is a good twenty minutes away.
Also, for those of you ready to chastise me about ignoring the noise - I've been told that it wouldn't have mattered if I'd called the first time I heard it. It's only a matter of time before it dies.
The Husband and I are now weighing our options and will most likely go with getting a newer car - which I really wish we didn't have to do right now; we were hoping to have Man-Child out of college and The Husband's car paid off before we replaced mine - but what can you do? Even if we lived in town, the public transportation here is such that it's practically non-existent. We simply cannot live without two cars - it would be next to impossible.
I have to say that this poor little car has held up well - especially considering it had me as an owner for the past ten years. It's closing in on 200,000 miles so I suppose it is time to let it go.
In the meantime, I'm sitting here stuck at the house with a means of escape - that I can't use - sitting in the driveway. I absolutely loathe being without a car. I mean sure, I don't have anywhere to go right now but if I wanted to, I can't. At least not until The Husband comes home and I steal his car.
If it's not one thing, it's another - isn't that the way life goes? But, in the grand scheme of things, it could be worse.