I searched for months for a good (used) minivan to buy ahead of our Michigan trip this summer. I’ve been driving a Subaru for years but it’s had electrical issues the whole time and I was ready to make the move to a bigger vehicle since we do a fair amount of road trips.
I’m an obsessive researcher. I looked at dozens of vehicles and drove across town multiple times to check them out in person. I finally found the perfect one- the right price, excellent condition. The right amount of miles. Only issue was it was located at a used car dealership an hour away, but that wasn’t a deal breaker. I bought it.
I have had to take it (an hour) back to the dealer already to fix a dead headlight relay. Then, a week later, on the day I finally sold the Subaru, half a dozen lights on the van dashboard turned on. Three cylinders were misfiring. The guy at the dealership said to bring it back, but I didn’t have the time to drive two hours round trip AGAIN, so Erik and I researched the issue and he did something that seemed to fix it. Briefly.
Then the lights came back on. We reached out to a local mechanic we know and in the midst of all this crisis with my mother at the hospital, we took it in to his shop. He replaced the spark plugs and ignition coils for $450 and drove it a bunch and said it should be good. I picked it up this morning on my way back to the hospital and it seemed ok.
When I went to get it from the garage, all the fucking dashboard lights were back on. We are supposed to drive to Michigan tomorrow. My mother just got out of the hospital and my brand new car is a mess.
I don’t always believe in astrology but there must be some planets absolutely shitting on me right now.
