There's a Monster on My Parking Lot

For reasons not yet divulged but hinted at on this blog, the Rav4 is in the body shop for 3-4 days. It was not easy finding a garage here that I could trust, considering the guys at the Kitchener one were so nice (and $_$ aside, it was actually quite trustworthy). But I think this one down the street rides the line between "kinda sketchy" and "just trying to make an honest living."

I picked this garage essentially because their estimate was less than everyone else. Why? They're using aftermarket parts. Before you start yelling at your monitor (and therefore indirectly at me), Jorghnassen's dad - who had given us this car - had no qualms either for aftermarket auto parts. The price difference was substantial enough. Also, the Toyota dealership didn't even have an appointment until November, which is completely retarded.

Some of you with more experience with cars and driving (which is probably four or five of my readership) would understand this next item.

I dropped off the Rav4 on Monday morning. Their courtesy car, in exchange for this light SUV, is a Ford Windstar. Not just any Ford Windstar, but the most frighteningly un-maneuverable shipping crate on wheels with messed up driver-side door locks. Jorghnassen, who accompanied me to the garage to exchange the cars, agreed it was scary even to be sitting in it. To top it off, the "Check Engine" light is on.

We immediately went to the grocery store, bought enough food for 5 days, and then went home. I've been house bound since then.

I miss my car. :(