Sunday, October 05, 2008

i want another enema...

  I'm sitting in the Chrysler/Dodge dealer's again.  You might be fooled into thinking I've taken on a new hobby, but no- I've just switched to owning a domestic piece of crap. 

  Today I'm here, with a familiar hose providing another burst of spite in my face.  All summer long, there have been intermittent issues with starting the truck.  The dealer I bought it from assured me it was a quirk of the security system.  We found ourselves trying to divine the meaning of the clicks, blinking security light, and a mythical time-out function.  We would turn the key, hear the click, and think- "Oops, I guess we did something in the wrong order- the system's confused."  Usually waiting for 30 seconds to a minute to five minutes would solve the problem, with many tries in between.  We thought we were appeasing the engine immobilizer gods.

  But then, things got a little more regular.  While I was last in at the dealers for my oil-change, I said, "please check the starter- I'm having problems starting."  The dealer assured me it was just the security system.  "Oh, ok," I said, relieved not to have to spend yet more on this infernal machine.

  Within a week we were getting stranded for upwards of 10 minutes at a time, trying over and over to coax the truck to life.  Last night, it just flat-out wouldn't start.  My domestic car vitriol spilled helplessly out, despite the fact that Mabel was right there and could hear me. 

  A hammer to the starter (actually an axe- we didn't pack a hammer...) got it going this morning, and I drove straight to the dealer's.  I am getting a rebuilt starter from NAPA in about an hour...  It will cost about $625 all-in. 

  A cynical person would think that my $1400 after-market warranty would cover this.  Oh wait!  No- that would be the hopelessly naive person-  I'm the cynical one, and I'm positive that warranty's as worthless as a quality check from Detriot.

  Grrr.