My Dead Car

I drive a Honda Accord. Or at least I used to. My beloved Honda has bit the dust. Croaked. Gone to the big parking lot in the sky. Now this car was not a junker, but a 2002 model. So what went wrong? My transmission decided that it didn’t want to work anymore. I went to the local Honda dealership (I refuse to give them free advertising) to have them look at my transmission because it was jerking when it shifted. Upon further instruction it turned out that I needed over $4000 in repairs. FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS?! That wasn’t even including labor which tacked on another $2000. My car is not nearly worth that much. So the decision was made by my Dad to give me the car of my recently deceased Aunt Martha. So if you see a silver Toyota Rav 4 driving around with a yellow O on it and a California License with “Eek 47″ on it then that’s me. 

So if there is anybody out there that is looking for a 2002 Honda Accord V-6 that needs transmission work then let me know.