.. until your gearbox/clutch starts banging about squealing and screaching like it’s going to die a horrible evil death, then when you take it out of gear it won’t go back in still smashing about in it’s own innards while you’re driving in the second lane of a contra-flow with the last remaining part of the hard shoulder waving you good bye a mile away.
Thankfully it forced back in to gear and didn’t make a noise all the way in to the city centre. But it slipped and stank in first gear to make a point.
I guess the new priority debt this month is the car. Yay, I hate my fucking life.
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