I just got back from the car dealer with Blacky. What started out as an oil change and a recall repair ended up being an $800 bill. Gaahhhh! But like I said, we're pretty good about keeping up with the maintenance schedule, and Ken definitely puts more miles on Blacky than I do on Slick. And you know, I really don't feel that they were gouging us, or using a "bait and switch" as my pal Jimmy wondered. This really is all part of the maintenance schedule. I know that on my '95 Mustang (his name was Rod), I stuck to the schedule, and I kept it for 10 years, with I believe over 150,000 miles on it.
That doesn't mean that $800 is any fun!
I asked the car dealer to come and pick me up, because after a 3-day weekend, Ken will probably be at work kind of late tonight. This way it's all taken care of and we can get back to our own cars tomorrow. (More about that in a moment.) The guy that picked me up in the Ford Windstar minivan was an older gentleman, and just as nice as he could be. We had a nice little chat, and we had to go pick up someone else, so we had an even longer chat. But what was kind of funny was that he was such a cautious driver! I'm sure they don't want to scare the customers or anything, but he drove really slow, and he'd start putting his brakes on SO early! I don't think I'm a particularly aggressive driver, but I guess in a Mustang, you get used to GOING. Ha ha!
As for getting back to our own cars, it's weird how you get used to your own! Mine is an '05 hard top and Ken's is an '06 convertible, and you wouldn't think there would be that much of a difference, but I have my seat set the way I want it, I'm used to the touch I need to use on the accelerator, etc. At one point, when I took off after a 4-way stop, I actually made my head snap back and went, "Whoa!" It seems that Blacky's gas pedal is a little more sensitive than Slick's! I'm ready for a drive with the top down soon. I'm looking forward to nicer weather!
Speaking of Mustangs, when we dropped off Blacky yesterday, we noticed a white Shelby sitting inside. We were admiring it through the window. It was still there today, so I couldn't resist taking a peek inside. Mark, one of the guys at the dealer, said, "Pretty nice, huh?" I said, "Oh man, yeah." I asked if it belongs to someone in town, and he said it belongs to one of the "bigwigs", and he brought it down for a recall. (I'm not sure if he was talking about the dealership or Ford.) The point is moot, because a Shelby is way out of my league! But Lord have mercy, what a sweet car!