The Saga continues.

Warning: Strong bitterness below. If you are not in the mood jump to my signature now.

I hate cars, but at least I am through sulking. Yet I am back to ranting. Rudy, F the car, take public tranny, bike, walk, cartwheel to work, fill your apartment with Methane and explode yourself to work, just don’t get a car. Back to my story... I get a call this morning after I took my car into the dealership. Apparently, the mounting spindle is bent and the FUCKING BEARING is shot. Whoa! Brilliant! I only asked that question on four different occasions to three different people. SO why didn’t they figure that out before? Why, because nobody wants to do their job and troubleshoot. I hate apathetic people. People that ASSume "solutions" simply because that "solution" requires the least amount of work for them. Selfishness does not rule. Anyway the best part has yet to come. Apparently it is not possible to have a bent spindle without a collision. HMMM.. I can see where this is going. Well, their first response: it's a result of your accident. Again, another great fucking deduction Sherlock. No matter how many ways I tried to explain that I had the same damn noise 7000 miles before the accident. That bit of logic fell on deaf ears and each time I was told I did not understand what they were trying to say. Ironic. So the bottom line was they were not going to pay for the damaged part or labor as a result of an accident history. Great I can see it now. My car is smoking why? Accident.. We don’t cover that. My wheels fell off at 41,908 miles why is that? You accident did it, call your insurance company. My gas tank leaks, why? Not out problem, you had an accident you know. Anyway, I proceed to tell them that the wheels were untouched, the collision resulted in fully frontal only, and no damage was done to anything other than panels, airbag and radiator mounts. Deaf ears. Contacted my dealership in LA to call them idiots and see if they would help since they missed the problem not once but twice. Fell on deaf ears. RULE. Call up the SF dealership again and get told to tell my insurance that they missed something in the accident. Yeah that’s a great can of worms to break out. Not to mention that the noise is NOT from that accident. They ask, "How do I know?" 'Cause I drive the pile every day you dirty hookers and nothing changed from before to after. No one listens to me, I am an idiot apparently. Piss on logic, it doesn’t fit with the neat scenario I built in my head. If it does fit, I will ignore it. Ignorance is bliss. Why should they to me? It is not like I wasn't right the first time. An untrained dolt did a better job than four automobile 'technicians'. More like automobile guys. Technician does seem to denote a level of skill and intelligence devoid in the people I get saddled with. Bottom line: I am out another 440 dollars! That includes realigning the car that I just realigned yesterday. That’s a 90 dollar turd right their. Yes! So I go to the dealership @ 5pm and sure enough they aren’t done. I piss away an hour and a half and they call. It’s finished. Great I think my day is done torturing me. Nope. I get there and my only CC on hand declines. Rule, can’t get my car out of hock. I guess Ill go tomorrow with a different card. SO I get in the subway and I wait for 25 minutes for a train that isn’t filled to the brim, bubbling with humanity. Go MUNI. Raise the fares for the first time in a decade and they still don’t run my line even close to enough. I barely got on the third train for my route. Only today. Normally it would take 50 minutes from the dealership; it took me an hour and a half to get home.

Im going to watch Blade Runner now.