So Monday FINALLY came and I ran it to the mechanic right next to our neighborhood. He finally called and said that they couldn't figure it out, but the "code" said it was a spark plug problem, so he wondered ft I might want a tune up cause that could fix it. I was doubtful, but agreed. An hour later he called back and broke the bad news to me. A spark plug had basically blown up or something and was all stripped out, and may had caused engine damage. They didn't even want to touch it there. So I called around and everyone told me to have it towed and it would cost a lot to fix.
So I called Steve who IS NOT... I repeat NOT a mechanic. He sat there for a second, then said, "Yeah, I can fix that." I was freaked out, I admit it. I asked him how he would fix it, since he doesn't even change the oil, and he gave me some speech on how he is good at "rethreading" things. So anyways, I gave in. I decided to trust him. I mean what it the worst that could happen? $$$$
So the next day he comes home from out of town and starts to tear into the car. I come out and he says, "well onto plan B". I was like... "here we go". I smiled and walked back inside.
A while later I come out to find that he has taken the manifold out or something. It didn't sound good, or look good.
The spark plug was kind of blown up. Not good!!!
Since he did such a great job at that, I told him to fix the dent from when I crashed into the garbage can. He read about some technique online. Him and Kenna tried it, but it didn't turn out as great as the motor.
Next I convinced him to buy me a new car. So off we went to the dealership and I drove home in my new 2010 Hyundai Elantra that I still need to take a picture of. BUT... I love it. Great deal, great warranty, and we are both happy!
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