The Judge’s Daughter is the name of my car. She is a 1986 Chevrolet Celebrity. That makes her one year younger than me. She runs like she’s 40 years older than me. And today she decided that she didn’t really care for making turns any more. I checked the power steering fluid and it was full. My roomate checked for other problems and found that I have a belt loose. The problem with car troubles is that car speak is like Greek to me and someone could say “You carberator is going bad.” and I would say “My carb-a-who is going bad?” But I am lucky in this department. For the cost of parts and a pack of beer, I can get my car repaired by my uncle! So this Friday the Judge’s Daughter is going to my Uncle’s house for a quick repair.
A side note: car repairs and car parts have gone on the list of things that I cannot make (or do) myself for the big experiment starting January 1st. I am still so excited about it!