Why does driving turn people into complete lintlickers?
Lately I have had some rotten luck with vehicles. First our van had a nasty altercation with a deer this summer. Then in September it refused to start; the repair shop informed us that the starter blew out because there was coolant in the cylinders due to a leaky something-or-other. The guy said it would cost more to fix than the van is worth. It’s currently collecting snow in our driveway until we can afford to trade it in for something else. So we’re currently driving our car and my parents’ Ford Ranger.