So, we’re up to Hiccup, my favorite of my cars.
I was on my way to a four-in-the-morning flight to go see my parents when he just chugged to a stop. We called in an emergency ride so I would make my flight, and I awaited news about what was wrong with him. Elliot texted me half a dozen times a day with updates. We had our own place by that point, but money was very tight, even $500 wasn’t an amount we could handle and I knew it. I was only able to visit my family by a mix of careful saving and help from them to even afford one round trip ticket in the off season.
After a few days of waiting for news, the mechanic finally takes a look at him. The oil change place had put in the wrong filter, instead of filtering it just hung there uselessly, letting anything through. We could have gotten lucky and it just needed it run through with clean oil, but we didn’t. Some bullshit got through and ripped up the inside of the system. The engine was shredded. Hiccup goes no more. Fuck. Dude. That was my car.
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