About 13 months ago, Ms. Milan decided she no longer liked her transmission. So, my husband was pretty excited hoping we would get a new car. NOPE, not this chick. I often speak to one of my wonderful uncles, GUS, and he's FULL of wonderful advice. So, off to the city to find a garage willing to put a salvaged transmission in. We were back in business. Ms. Milan and I were back to 'doin' our thang' which is cruisin' around the city and jammin' to the tunes of the various local stations, since with this little incident, my CD player went to crap and no longer worked
And then, about two weeks ago, as I'm leaving the office, she acts up. All her gages are at 'zero' and when I pressed the petal to the metal, we were at about 5mph. I'm telling you... bells and whistles going off like crazy... my dash board was so lit up with lights it may have looked a bit like Christmas. Soooo, for the sake of a short story, a new alternator was needed. Once again, the cute little hubby begs to go and look at new cars and since I've been dealing with a non-working car for most of that morning, I'm almost ready to beat him to the dealer. But then again, GUS and I have our little conversation and I'm off to find a new alternator. So with that, a bright and shinny new battery was bought also and there we were...just Me & Ms. Milan screaming back down I35.
Love to All,
Jacey
1 comment:
I love that this is about your sweet little Milan. Thanks for creating a blog. I must say, we always know when you pull up to the office as your brakes so not sound like they just came out of the warehouse, there is something wrong, your brakes have the flu and need to be fixed. Sorry sugar.
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