Another day in paradise
This car is cursed
The Honda has occupied the garage now for several weeks straight. It’s going back together,. but very slowly. One part after another dies and ends up needing expensive replacement. Even my toolbox tries to commit suicide to get away from it.
I have some work I have to do in the city today, but as soon as I return I’ll be at it again, trying to hammer this beast into submission. I swear, if I never touch another honda again in my life, it will be too soon.
Fucktard Friday morphs into Fucktard Saturday.
Drag the Honda backwards into the desert so the demons in it can’t see where you are taking them. Pile old tires on it until it cannot be seen. Douse it with at least ten gallons of diesel oil and set it ablaze.
This works even better if you bring a bottle of Glen Garioch to drink while you watch the evil Japanese Honda Demons scream in agony as they die.
If you put your brother-in-law in the Honda before you burn it he might learn not to ask for any more car repairs.
I was about to suggest you might have a poltergeist at work here, Og… Gerry may have the right idea.
“evil Japanese Honda” how many Hondas are really built by Japs anymore? I know mine was but it’s a hybrid, anyway lots of Japanese design is American to begin with but Jap refined.