This is my car.
It's a Honda Insight.
I know it doesn't sell as well as the Prius. But I love my car. (And also, it was slightly cheaper than the Prius.)
I bought it in 2009. When I say bought it, I mean I applied for a loan. I only have $3000 left on the loan! It's almost officially mine.
So naturally, it starts to have problems.
The other day, I stuck my key in the ignition, turned, and....NOTHING.
Well, not nothing. On the screen a bunch of warnings popped up. Check Brake System. Check ABS System. I'm about to blow up.
That last one obviously didn't pop up, but I FELT THAT WAY. All these warnings, all at once. I felt like I was in a Bond film.
"Why?" I shrieked. "Why now?"
I tried several times and the same thing.
I unleashed foul language and stomped into the house.
"My car won't turn on!" I yelled at the bathroom door, because Tom was taking one of his massively long dumps that I still don't understand. (You get in. Do your business. And get out. That's my mentality, but men don't seem to grasp this.)
"What did you do to it?" Tom answered. I could hear the noises from the game on his iPad. Why would you want to poop and play games? Why?
"Nothing! I went to turn it on and it WON'T!"
Ten minutes later, Tom emerged. He went out and tried. Same thing happened to him. He started messing around with stuff, the car made some scary noises, and it finally came to life.
"What did you do?" I asked.
"I held the key down in the ignition until it started," Tom explained.
This is clearly not the way a car is supposed to start, so we made an appointment with the Honda dealership to look it over.
I was worried after we dropped it off with the mechanics and waiting in the room. Please let my car be okay. Please let it not be expensive.
The mechanic came out an hour later. He said it was the battery.
Thank goodness it wasn't the transmission. Or...other car stuff. I really should know more about my car.
We replaced the battery, and all seems to be okay now.
Let's hope it doesn't scare me again. It's almost paid off and I want to have a No More Car Payment party, dang it.