So, it started with the door handle to the drivers' door becoming really sticky and eventually falling apart so we could no longer open the driver door from the outside. Instead we had to reach around from the back door to open it from the inside - you can imagine how much fun that was at 9 months pregnant!
The oil has always burned stinkily, the muffler rattles noisily and the windshield wipers barely work.
Then the rearview mirrors started popping off last week, another sign that our car was dying a slow, drawn-out death....
And then yesterday it gave a grande finale for poor Jamie on his way home from work....his legs and feet started feeling really hot, and coolant was spitting out at him. Then the car began to fog up on the inside to the point that he could no longer see and had to slam on the brakes. He stepped out to push the car to the side of the road, only to discover he was soaked up to his ankles by a puddle of coolant.
I don't think duct tape is even going to fix our Jetta this time. It's official, we need a new vehicle!!!!
The question is, can we live with ourselves if we succumb to a minivan?!!!
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