The Malibu has returned, having been reassembled by a crack team of mechanics at Greg’s Garage.  Needless to say, the world may now witness the power of a fully operational Chevy Malibu.

(Something something dark side… something something something complete.)

The final tally, as luck had it, was $808.  Still not a pretty chunk of change, but marginally cheaper than I was expecting.  They were nice and comped an hour and a half of time, which was nice… I mean, I comp time all the time, so it was kind of nice to get on the right side of that for once.  This also worked out quite well for other fortuitious reasons - the ESO and I have been trying to find another mechanic to take her car to for quite a while.  My usual mechanic, who does a wonderful job on everything I drive, could never seem to fix anything on the Malibu without some serious mishap occuring.  Very frustrating, that.

The important thing, of course, is that I have my truck back, which means that I no longer need to serenade myself to sleep whilst pondering the natures of driving a truck that’s almost as old as my mother and gets a gas war era 8 miles per gallon.  That, needless to say, is not something I’ll miss.  Sure, my Dakota only averages double that after factoring in city mileage… but double is still a decent factor.

With any luck, now that I’m not breathing fumes from the fuel system and the “what smog laws?” emissions system as they leak into the cab, I might be able to actually get a little coherent posting done.  It’s also nice that I can finally hear again… a 15-year-old Dakota may not sound particularly quiet to the modern ear, but, after driving that old Chevy around everywhere, the Dakota sounds, drives, and feels like a Rolls Royce.  I’m not even remotely kidding about that.

We’ve come a loooooong way… and I couldn’t be happier.

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