I am emotionally attached to my car. There, I said it. This is the car I left New Orleans in. Seven of us left our beloved city, never to return to what we had left. My car has served me well and I am not ready to let it go.
For several months now, it has not been operating at its best. I know it is not young, but I don't think it is ready to be retired. I have taken it to three mechanics and to the Nissan dealership, and none can seem to pinpoint the problem, but I know it has a problem. It doesn't always start; my alarm sounds at will; the door ajar light intermittently comes on and that prevents me from locking my doors, while I am driving.
Because my car doesn't always start, it is holding me hostage. I am careful where I travel, not too far from home. If I have to travel a little distance, I will not turn the engine off, which limits where I can go. It is hard to visit people when you can't turn your car off.
I don't want to act in haste. I would not like to have a car note. I have been saving for a car, but I was expecting this one to last two more years.
My prayer is that if there is nothing wrong with my car, as the diagnostics say, then my car would believe it and act appropriately. If there is something indeed wrong with my car, as its symptoms suggest, then the mechanics will be able to identify it and we can correct the problems. So, I can leave my fears of being stranded behind.