Car Trouble...Part I

I like to think that I know a little something about cars. …I like to think that anyway. Mom and I were out loaferin’ (riding around) in the Mustang the other night when my engine started shuddering as I was going up a hill. Uh, oh! Crap! Shit! Is there anything worse than car trouble? “Sounds like it’s missing,” Mom said. It did sound like that, but it only seemed to shimmy and shake when it was going into or coming out of overdrive. “I hope it’s not the transmission,” I replied. My friend had just had her transmission replaced at a cost of 4500 bucks and there was no way in the world that I wanted to spend that kind of money. And these days, who has that kind of money anyway. I hate car problems. I know I already said this, but is there anything worse than car trouble? I dropped Mom off and headed back home hoping that the Mustang would make it home. “Want me to follow you home?” she asked. “Nah, I’ll be okay. She’s never left me stranded yet.” I was going to go to the local service station early in the morning; it’s where I usually get my oil changed. They don’t do extensive repairs but are pretty good at trouble shooting and would be able to point me in the right direction if major repairs are needed…