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<blockquote data-quote="HereWeGoAgain" data-source="post: 75396" data-attributes="member: 3485"><p>I'm smiling about "The Car".</p><p></p><p>Four years ago in a moment of detachment from reality that rivals any difficult child, I bought a car for difficult child. Not just any car. A Camaro Z28. AND accepted difficult child's promise to pay me back in monthly installments on the liability policy I also bought for her. I actually saw the first payment, which turned out to also be the last.</p><p></p><p>Fast forward past the new transmission ($1600) and the time her "friend" (i.e., person willing to take blame to take heat off difficult child) backed up out of her (the friend's) driveway across the street and <em>into the opposite driveway</em>, hitting the van parked there ($700). </p><p></p><p>wife and I are up and about one morning. difficult child had gone out the night before and was still out when we went to bed. But we see The Car parked in the usual spot (although, oddly, it is facing the opposite direction than usual). wife (a.k.a. "difficult child's alarm clock") wakes up difficult child to get ready for work. difficult child starts telling wife a long involved story about getting a flat and a policeman friend getting the car towed here for her. Meanwhile Mr. Fixit (that's me) goes out to see about changing the tire.</p><p></p><p>I was in for a shock: both right-side tires (coincidentally, the side facing away from the house) were in shreds and the steel wheels chewed to pieces. She had gone off the road, blown both tires, and then driven half a mile on the rims before realizing something was wrong.</p><p></p><p>I found out that it would cost upwards of $1500 to replace the rims and tires. No way was I going to pay that. Instead, I sold the car "as is" to a junk man for what I could get.</p><p></p><p>The funny part is that later, difficult child says that one of her "issues" about wife and me that she has to "work through" is how "you guys went and sold <strong>my</strong> Car."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="HereWeGoAgain, post: 75396, member: 3485"] I'm smiling about "The Car". Four years ago in a moment of detachment from reality that rivals any difficult child, I bought a car for difficult child. Not just any car. A Camaro Z28. AND accepted difficult child's promise to pay me back in monthly installments on the liability policy I also bought for her. I actually saw the first payment, which turned out to also be the last. Fast forward past the new transmission ($1600) and the time her "friend" (i.e., person willing to take blame to take heat off difficult child) backed up out of her (the friend's) driveway across the street and [i]into the opposite driveway[/i], hitting the van parked there ($700). wife and I are up and about one morning. difficult child had gone out the night before and was still out when we went to bed. But we see The Car parked in the usual spot (although, oddly, it is facing the opposite direction than usual). wife (a.k.a. "difficult child's alarm clock") wakes up difficult child to get ready for work. difficult child starts telling wife a long involved story about getting a flat and a policeman friend getting the car towed here for her. Meanwhile Mr. Fixit (that's me) goes out to see about changing the tire. I was in for a shock: both right-side tires (coincidentally, the side facing away from the house) were in shreds and the steel wheels chewed to pieces. She had gone off the road, blown both tires, and then driven half a mile on the rims before realizing something was wrong. I found out that it would cost upwards of $1500 to replace the rims and tires. No way was I going to pay that. Instead, I sold the car "as is" to a junk man for what I could get. The funny part is that later, difficult child says that one of her "issues" about wife and me that she has to "work through" is how "you guys went and sold [b]my[/b] Car." [/QUOTE]
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