You know it's going to be a long weekend, when, being the good wife and bringing your husband lunch home, your car becomes the loudest, most obnoxious vehicle on the road. And just coincidentally, it started it's roar just before the turn off to go to the mechanic.
Sometimes I swear this car knows where it is in town and decides to act up anywhere near the mechanic.
I know the mechanic needs business, but how about getting it from someone else?
More later...