My dad pointed out that today, 12/12/12, is the three-year anniversary of the purchase of my car. Apparently it thinks that gives it license to be a diva for a day. I spent a good 15-20 minutes in the parking lot of Target trying to get it to start, but it just didn’t want to get moving. After what it deemed an appropriate waiting period, it deigned to start again, with no apparent problem. (We have ruled out the battery but still aren’t sure what its issue is.)
Aside from this new starting hiccup, I like my car. It’s a 1997 Nissan Maxima, bought used, and is holding up pretty well for being 15 years old. It isn’t especially fancy – but then, neither am I. Sure, we’ve had our problems (like when the synchronized backing-ups of myself and a coworker crunched it a little – see above), but generally we get along just fine. It’s been with me to Arizona and back, and I hope we can travel on down the road even farther.
Here’s to three more years!