Today marks the return of my 1989 T-Bird. I surrendered it into the capable hands of my mechanic about a week and a half ago. It was blowing smoke--the white, sweet-smelling type. Car people tell me that's a bad sign. The actual diagnosis was dire: I needed a new engine.
Thankfully, I landed a great deal on a used one. It's five years newer and there's 100,000 fewer kilometers.
Now, the Bird is back home and it drives exactly like it did before.
Hopefully I'll get a few more years of cheap cruising before it crashes again.
P.S. the car in the picture is not my t-bird. There aren't enough stickers.
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