I'm driving down 696 tonight, to meet a friend in Royal Oak, and my clock turns off. Shortly after, the radio fizzles out, then my headlights, speedometer, and windshield wipers. In the middle of a storm, at 9pm at night. Fantastic I say. I pulled into the American dr industrial area, and the car dies right in the driveway. Turn my flashers on, cuz at this point the car has completely died, and within 15 minutes, the flashers die. .
Once help arrived, i was able to push my car into a spot, leave it there, and get a ride home. I'll deal with it tomorrow. Right after I burn it. The battery isn't even 6 months old. I put almost a grand into it in Feb., including a brand new brake job. Less than 24 hours later, the brakes go out and I stroll through an intersection on 8 mile. This car is no longer my friend. It's not even worthy enough to be an enemy. This car is some sort of freaky final destination shit and it's gotta go.
rip lola mobile. fuck you.
Once help arrived, i was able to push my car into a spot, leave it there, and get a ride home. I'll deal with it tomorrow. Right after I burn it. The battery isn't even 6 months old. I put almost a grand into it in Feb., including a brand new brake job. Less than 24 hours later, the brakes go out and I stroll through an intersection on 8 mile. This car is no longer my friend. It's not even worthy enough to be an enemy. This car is some sort of freaky final destination shit and it's gotta go.
rip lola mobile. fuck you.