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Originally Posted by tivoliman
This is my therapeutic rant.
The wife and two daughters just don't understand me. Do you understand me?
I have a "New York City" special - a 1990 300E 2.6 that I bought off some run down used car lot - the salesman neither shaved nor spoke much English. I bought the car about 2 years ago for $2,500 and it keeps on running. It may have a mysterious background, but it was a great find. The car has passed NJ inspection twice (at purchase and 2 years later), with clear records (no repairs necessary). I've done the usual brake replacement, new battery (twice).
I wash it, I waxed it this weekend. The muffler has been replaced - and it runs and runs. The girls just don't understand why I play with the car.
A tail light is out, and I've traced it to the Light Module - I used wiring diagrams, and took things apart. It was fun. I solved the mystery.
:-)) But they don't understand why I don't just trash the ole car.
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You are completely normal. No further action necessary at this time.
Yesterday morning (Easter Sunday) my lady friend told me she needed to start getting ready to meet her girlfriends for a planned GTG luncheon - it was 9:30 a.m. She was to meet them at Noon. I didn't question why it was going to take her 2 hours to get ready. Instead, it freed me up to spend some quality time with my Mercedes-Benz - which she doesn't question.