ALWAYS PAY YOUR TITHING!!! ALWAYS SAY YOUR PRAYERS!!!! that is how my car is still running.
For those of you who don't know my car, i have a little white '98 mazda proteg'e named Shakespeare Bon Jovi. It is named such because it is old, it's white, its still around and its Living on a prayer.
literally... my car is living on prayers and tithing. Although it is still trying to die and i just keep not letting it. So my wipers have decided that they don't want to work at all anymore. My battery is dead. (i got it tested) and yet my car still starts. I have a leak in my tranny. I need to get my breaks checked. And i can't actually have the heater or de-froster going while the car is stopped.
I honestly wouldn't trust driving my car to salt lake anymore.
But somehow it keeps going. And lasts a little longer than anyone is expecting it too.
Its just adding to my testimony of tithing, prayers AND of acquiring knowledge. The only reason i've managed to keep it alive this long is because of what little knowledge i was able to learn from Nelson before he went on his mission. So i always know when there is a new thing going wrong, because i can tell that something is different. Now don't make the mistake of thinking that i actually know anything about cars, i really don't. Someday i will, but today is not that day. I mostly just know when something isn't normal and i can guess kinda whats going on with it.
But all that aside, my car really shouldn't be running anymore. Thats where the other blessings come in. I found out i have a kid i work with who is a part time mechanic. Another girl i work with's dad owns a mechanic shop or something and said he would take a look at my car for free. AND i have a guy in the bishopric who is kinda a big deal with o'reily auto parts and knows about cars who thinks he can fix my wipers for me.
So basically, my car defies all laws of something i'm sure. It should be dead, and its a pain to drive. But i'm still grateful for him everyday that I am driving him or i have a friend who needs a lift around Logan.
But in all honesty i love my car, i hate that its become unreliable and that i don't have the money to fix everything that needs to be fixed. But al the little quirks my car has gives it something.
my car has character.
So i can't actually unlock the passenger door from outside. But its not like i ever get in that side anyway. I have to turn off any heating or air conditioning at any stop sign or red light or else my belt starts squealing like a banshee. I can't really listened to burned CD's in my car. If i do i can't change the song or else it goes back to the beginning of the CD, if it will play it at all. It makes very distinct rattling noises every time i turn it on, and they change around a little bit when i'm going faster or slowed down. People who ride in my car get very concerned when i first turn it on. But i know what its suppose to sound like, so if i'm not yelling at it or looked don't worry, the car will stay in one piece. I have rust growing around pretty much every edge anymore, and if you get under the car not only is it incredibly dirty, but it is rusting away under there too. I have stains here and there all over, it really needs a deep deep cleaning. (but i don't clean it in the winter, its to cold.) i'm pretty sure something in the trunk broke from the Jack stands falling over. (just cracked it or something) (yes, i keep jack stands in my trunk, but they may get moved soon, to my closet or something) And basically the only reason i don't let people borrow my car, but i'll give you a ride is not because i don't trust you to drive my car. I don't trust my car to be driven.
But its MY car. He'll work for me, and lets be honest, it is NOT a car that you want to break into (which is actually very very very hard to do. I locked my keys in once. My cars is fortress) But its also my space.
More than once Shakespeare has been my get away car. When i'm angry or sad and just need to run away for a little bit, Shakespeare has never let me down. I can't count the number of times i have completely broken down into tears in that car (we've been together for around three years. Three years full of lots and lots of change) He never gives me trouble when i'm having a melt down. He's been there for me when i've needed to give others rides and when i've needed to chase down friends because they were walking in the dark. He also has made it so I've never had to walk in the dark. He actually has a very nice back seat that i've taken quick cat naps in when i had time to kill, but didn't want to drive back home just to come back somewhere. And he keeps me on my toes; just from having him as my car i'll probably be able to extend the life of future cars beyond what people think they should be.
That is Shakespeare. He's kinda like me. Is entirely out of his element. A lot of other people would have given up on him by now, especially if they had other options. Really not the classiest or prettiest thing to look at. Is not in anyway, shape or form the fastest. But he keeps plugging along. All his dents and rust flakes is what make him unique. And to know him is to love him. And I highly doubt that anyone will ever actually love Shakespeare the way i do. And as badly as i really could use a new car, i will be very sad the day that Shakespeare is no longer my chariot.
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