I might be a redneck

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I miiight be a redneck…

Ok, boys and girls, gather ’round for another chapter of
“I Hate My Car!”

Yesterday, while driving around, I heard a thud followed by a series of smaller thuds. Upon arriving at our destination, I checked it out and found out that the muffler strap that I just had put on 18 months ago had rusted through. The original muffler strap lasted 5 years. The replacement lasted a year and a half. Damn it.

I’m not paying another $70 this close to vacation to have another strap put on only to have it last until next Christmas. Maybe after vacation I’ll buy a OEM part from Saturn and do it myself.

Until then, I think I came up with something:

The guy at Firestone came out after I told him about it and said, “Yeah. That strap is… bad.” We laughed about my redneck hack-job and a tiny little door inside me closed, reassuring me that working on cars is not my thing.

Yeah – it’s a chain and a couple of bolts. It still rattles when I drive, but at least the muffler pipe isn’t resting on the rear axle anymore. Sigh

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