So… y’all remember the car? Large, gas hog, burgundy, costing me something like 13 grand over the next five years? It broke. Hell of a way to end my week off.

I’m really wanting to start drawing again, so the sketchblog category here might actually see some use again, and assuming I get off my ass and get a finished script together, TNP will be starting sometime… well, not soon, but sometime. Hopefully sometime in 2008, at least.

For those curious about the car, it’s something to do with the fuel, engine, and their complete refusal to play nice. At idle, it feels like it’s within spitting distance of stalling. Add this to the failure of the fuel gauge to work and the annoying habit to put an “out of fuel” message on the dash, regardless of the actual level of fuel in the tank, and I’m thinking there’s something wrong with the electronics. (Or I have a clogged fuel injector and screwy electronics. But I don’t have much experience working on gas engines.)

But if I’m lucky, this will be covered by the service contract that the dealership set me up with when I bought the car, and at most I’ll have to pay a $50 deductible. If not, I’m walking away and buying another fucking bike. I can buy a really nice one for one month’s loan and insurance payments. (Ah, walking away. My little way of telling the dealership “You did a real number on my credit¹, but sit back and watch me crater this bitch.”)

¹ The dealership took out about a dozen loans in my name. Most were rejected as I have next to no credit history. Unfortunately, every loan application will do a little damage to your credit score until it falls off a few years later. I doubt they did serious damage, but that was a pretty goddamn low number to start with. And I don’t know what walking away would do to my credit score, but I doubt it would be good.