saab story

I've been really irritated with my vehicle recently. I love the Saab. I love driving her around town, I take care of her. I feel like a rock star inside her, but the universe keeps throwing bits of Saab irritation my way. I decided that she needed some good discipline, so I got the whip out. I'm tired of her transmission acting up on me. I want smooth lubricated shifting baby. None of this stickiness. None of this, I don't want to go into first because I'm too hot. None of this transmission adjustment now that I've spent another $1200+ on your sleek black foxy ass. No, I bought you to pimp you out and drive around with your top down in Los Angeles booming some Daft Punk down Sunset on a late Friday night. I did not buy you to hang out and write business plans in my mechanic's office.

Get with it or we're going to have some serious discipline sessions. Yes, that is a jar of mayonaise.