If Joe and Derek were real guys...

They'd be having a mechanic's heart-attack right about now.

So, finally got the oil changed, and the tranmission and radiator fluids checked out. (Mind you, this is after literally years of neglect thanks to household budgeting).

The radiator? In great shape (something I messed with myself at the beginning of the year, so go me).

The oil? Um...it had surpassed sludge and went straight for mud.

Transmission fluid? The stuff that goes in my car should be the color of Jun's tunic, right? (IE: Hot pink).

It looked like I'd been dumping my highly creamered coffee in there on a regular basis.

Yes, folks, it was light-freaking-brown.

We won't talk about the carbon flush...although I can say the old air filter was looking like hell.

My poor, poor car. And this is all standard car care I couldn't do before. Poor baby. :/ Very well made and fucking forgiving. Most cars would have done worse than blow their ECG valve if treated like this.

I've said it before, but I'll say it again; Never Again am I letting someone have that much control of my life, my things, and my money. Next person who tries can go fuck themselves with a knife.

*Goes and hugs her poor car*