• My Car is Screwwed. I drive just a little bit on the crazy side. Not that I speed–I don’t!–but I don’t believe in wasting any time on my way to the posted speed limit. Further, I don’t see why I should lose any of my hard-earned velocity just because I need to make a turn. Probably just another aspect of my consumptive nature, which leaves most of my possessions recyclable, but hardly repairable let alone reusable.
  Anyway, the thing started to sound a bit like a jack-hammer. BANG! BANG! BANG! Satisfyingly loud, I paraded my noisey ride around for a day before listening to my wife and driving it into the dealership.

Turns out that it has a bad crank-shaft bearing. Engineers from Ford were summoned to examine my car. I’m gonna be famous! Well, famous amongst the rarified population of Ford motor passenger vehicle powertrain engineers. I’m patient zero, and proud of it. The engineers are replacing the motor and oil-pump, but they are taking their time at it. I’ve been driving the dealership loaner car for over two weeks now….