Look at the cute little distressed hamster

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So the car... the car is having issues. I went, once again, to have it looked at. Bad news. There's *something* unidentified wrong with it. Something they need to actually take time during the day (so, no, not one of my regular night appts) to go look at and try to fix. Damn them! Damn them to the depths of the fiery pits of the really bad hell!!! (As opposed to the ordinary not that bad hell, obviously) So tomorrow night I have to drop it off there. And it's kind of far away, because I'm a twit and took it to the place I like instead of finding a new, closer, and more convenient place for them to screw me and my car over. All I want is for it to be fixed, dammitall!!! I love my car. More than anything else in my life (well, okay, with the possible exception of my cds, my dog, and maybe, just maybe, my family). At this point I've had to cancel out on 4 or so weekend trips, just since the beginning of the year, and I'm probably going to have to at least tweak this weekends plan. It's getting old. I need to wreak holy havoc and vengeance upon mine enemies for smiting my car. They'd better fix it this time. Really. I can't be held responsible (she fell in love in the first place, for the life of me, i can not remember, what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise... lalala).

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I've been very, very happy with mine. ('01 Passat V6 sedan, w/ manual) I have had zero problems with it (outside of broken rear cupholder) that weren't caused by external forces. (SUV hitting bumper, running into a curb, etc) Of course, the problem is that the car practically *begs* me to drive it somewhat exuberantly. :)

But yea, I can understand what you mean. I had a love-hate relationship with my previoius car, a '94 Nissan Altima GLE. I loved the car, but hated that I had to continually take it in for servicing.