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UGH CRAMPS
on the one hand, relief that late period does not mean anything strange/bad/terrible/confusing. Just late. There it is. Oh good.
On the other hand, whyyyyyyyy.
I’m also cranky because I took my car in for its regular 45,000 mile maintenance somewhat early because the wheel was making a funny noise, and by that I mean, fuck, I must need new brake rotors, it’s made this noise before.
I do the charmingly retro Old Mannish thing (i got it from my dad, thanks dad) and have a little notebook in my car that I write in every single time I get gas or do anything at all to the car, so I looked it up, and I did in fact have my rear brakes replaced– rotors and pads– at 30,000 miles. Which was not very long ago. Hmmm.
But this was, it turns out, my front brakes. Combine that with the oil change, filter, lube, air filters, fuel injection cleaning, etc., and it was nine hundred fucking dollars just for routine maintenance on a newish vehicle in excellent condition. God damn.
And, bonus, they called and were like, your tires are pretty badly worn, you’d better get them replaced.
Anyway, I’m gonna go measure my treads myself, and possibly take myself down to Dunn Tire and have them do it, because c’mon.
I mean, they quoted me $650 for a set of four tires, and that’s not… entirely out of line, but. Come the fuck on.
(The Internet suggests between 30-50,000 miles on a set of tires, so I guess I’m at 43,000 miles, so it’s not out of the question. Of course. *deep eyeroll*)
I won’t be too cranky, though, Chita has fallen asleep next to me and has her head upside-down pressed into the curve of my foot, and she’s darn cute, so.
(If anyone suffers from not having had a little old man dad who was born an old man and who taught them about car maintenance let me highly recommend the little book in the glove compartment method, there are apps and things now but i swear by that tiny book, you just do it every time you get gas, and you reset your trip B odometer for oil changes, and you’ll never miss one, and when you take it in for a service and they tell you what it probably needs, you can seem smart by whipping the book out and saying, “I just had the brakes done, oh it was the rear ones, fifteen thousand miles ago,” and maybe they weren’t going to pull anything shady, but you feel smarter anyway.)
UGH CRAMPS
on the one hand, relief that late period does not mean anything strange/bad/terrible/confusing. Just late. There it is. Oh good.
On the other hand, whyyyyyyyy.
I’m also cranky because I took my car in for its regular 45,000 mile maintenance somewhat early because the wheel was making a funny noise, and by that I mean, fuck, I must need new brake rotors, it’s made this noise before.
I do the charmingly retro Old Mannish thing (i got it from my dad, thanks dad) and have a little notebook in my car that I write in every single time I get gas or do anything at all to the car, so I looked it up, and I did in fact have my rear brakes replaced– rotors and pads– at 30,000 miles. Which was not very long ago. Hmmm.
But this was, it turns out, my front brakes. Combine that with the oil change, filter, lube, air filters, fuel injection cleaning, etc., and it was nine hundred fucking dollars just for routine maintenance on a newish vehicle in excellent condition. God damn.
And, bonus, they called and were like, your tires are pretty badly worn, you’d better get them replaced.
Anyway, I’m gonna go measure my treads myself, and possibly take myself down to Dunn Tire and have them do it, because c’mon.
I mean, they quoted me $650 for a set of four tires, and that’s not… entirely out of line, but. Come the fuck on.
(The Internet suggests between 30-50,000 miles on a set of tires, so I guess I’m at 43,000 miles, so it’s not out of the question. Of course. *deep eyeroll*)
I won’t be too cranky, though, Chita has fallen asleep next to me and has her head upside-down pressed into the curve of my foot, and she’s darn cute, so.
(If anyone suffers from not having had a little old man dad who was born an old man and who taught them about car maintenance let me highly recommend the little book in the glove compartment method, there are apps and things now but i swear by that tiny book, you just do it every time you get gas, and you reset your trip B odometer for oil changes, and you’ll never miss one, and when you take it in for a service and they tell you what it probably needs, you can seem smart by whipping the book out and saying, “I just had the brakes done, oh it was the rear ones, fifteen thousand miles ago,” and maybe they weren’t going to pull anything shady, but you feel smarter anyway.)
