As many of you know Danielle and I have a ’99 Corolla. Being 17 years old, we can’t complain whenever it wants to put up a fuss, but every time it does we have to weigh the costs of repairing the car and just buying a new one.
After a long winter of a noisy blower motor, I finally found a descent deal and picked one up to install. In the balmy 65 degrees Danielle and I changed the blower motor and took a look at the brakes on the Corolla. Everything looked good for at least another 3,000 miles. And so, we packed up for the day and left the car in the middle of the garage, sneaking the Prius into the garage with a few inches to spare.
Sunday morning went off without a hitch as Danielle and I went off to pick up our new Gas/Charcoal/Smoker/Side Burner 4 in 1 combo grill. Yet, when we got home, we figured we should move the Corolla back over to its side of the garage.
As the Corolla’s engine began to turn over, I was greeted with a quick shake of the car and then nothing. Yoda is 17 years old and has its senior moments, so I gave it another shot. If the Corolla were a car, I would say it sounded like an Irish-American man on St. Patricks day, high dreams but you know he’s not getting off the bar stool.
After a full day of diagnosing the car, it is safe to assume the Corolla has a minimum of one summer left. Between a flooded engine and a dead battery, the Corolla is now back up and running.
On the bright side, the Corolla decided to hold off until we concluded with winter and we now only have n-3 tools left to get.