Car-mic Retribution

While I don’t necessarily buy into the concept of karma, I can’t help but feel I’ve accumulated some bad debts in the vehicular department. I just can’t seem to get a break when it comes to owning a car, no matter how meticulously I take care of the details. It’s like I’m somehow destined to be stuck on the merry-go-round of bad fortune with cars until some esoteric lesson has been drummed in good and proper.

As to what that lesson may be, I’m at a loss. Perhaps it’s to do with my tendency to ‘forget’ about scheduling regular car services. Close to Northcote, where I live, there are plenty of auto centres, and they’re not overpriced or anything… I’d just rather spend my money on something else, frankly. Even so, I have made an effort to overcome my resistance to shelling out for routine maintenance over the past year or so, and I can’t say it’s made much difference to my luck in the car department.

In fact, my car developed a new problem immediately after my last service. I don’t want to say that it was anything to do with the way the work was done, although the timing was fishy. I’m pretty sure it was a random coincidence, as always. Random is probably the wrong word, really – it’s more of a synchronous coincidence, in the sense that my car always has troubles at precisely the opposite to time to when you’d think.

I’ve done some experiments around this. One time, when I knew my car needed a transmission service, I decided to drive across the Simpson desert in it just to see what would happen. I’d formed a hypothesis, you see, that the more I thrash my car the better it runs. It worked a treat, and actually seemed to fix the transmission. My mechanic was absolutely shocked. I certainly wouldn’t go around recommending that to anyone, mind you. It’s just to illustrate how something’s up when it comes to me and cars.