Bad news.
800 dollars.
That's how much the car mechanic wants to charge us to fix "Marty" our little toyota Corolla.
EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS.
He said the caliper has a hole where it's letting the brake fluid out, so it needs to be replaced and the router too. He said it's "shot"
"We can't afford that...", we told the mechanic.
He just shook his head and rubbed his hands on a dirty oil rag. "I don't know what to tell you. You need to have it fixed. You can keep using your handbrake, but that's going to give out in less than a month too.", He said "If you don't do this now, you can just write off this whole car. But with over 200,000 miles on it... you might wanna think about buying a whole new car entirely anyways"
I sighed in defeat.
"you can always sell it for parts", The mechanic suggested. "I'm really sorry"
crap.
We make it all the way to San Francisco and our car dies. That's just our luck.
Now what?
We don't have 800 dollars to spend on fixing our car, so we had to leave the shop. The mechanic charged us 60$ for that information and the labor it took to get the "diagnosis" and we went on our way. Our car coughed and wheezed as we rolled out the garage.
Great start to our new life in San Francisco......
Sure,we'll find a solution and way to overcome this new negative development. It's a bump in the road...
But we really loved this car, it's going to be sad to say goodbye and watch some car scrap company take it away.
that's life
Day 4 of 365 days