They’re more trouble than they’re worth! I’m referring to cars, of course.
Xy drove the car up onto a curb yesterday after work and did some serious damage to the undercarriage, not to mention the body. A bunch of people in the area said they’ve run over the same curb, which was actually a little triangular piece in the middle of a three-way intersection. The car was leaking coolant, so the neighbors advised her against driving it. But I came by on my bike later in the evening and drove it the seven blocks or so to Trep’s, one of my favorite mechanics. It was after hours so I wrote a note and dropped the key in the slot. Our insurer, Progressive, tried to persuade me to have it towed out to Metairie so they can fix it up in their shop, but I’m sticking with Trep’s.
Normally we’d just limp along without a car for a while, but with the holidays upon us we don’t really have that option, so we’re renting a big-ass SUV that can drive over curbs with impunity.