I think that I’m dying. As I type this, I can barely breathe, my chest hurts, I’m sweating profusely, and I want to go lie down. No, I’m not sick. I’m just physically exhausted from pushing our car half a mile to our house. This is probably confusing to you so let me start at the beginning.
Our 1994 Dodge Colt has 198,000+ miles on it and has been trying to completely die on us for the last few years. We’ve managed to keep it going by replacing the clutch, transmission, fuel pump, and distributor. Over the past few months, the car has been able to drive shorter and shorter distances each time we take it anywhere. This hasn’t been too big of a deal because the weather has been warm meaning that I could drive my scooter. Now that it’s getting colder in the mornings though, I’ve been wanting to be able to feel my fingers when I get to the office. Yesterday I drove the car into work knowing full well that I might not get home. I was right. It died half a mile from the house.
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