Wife's refusal to check oil levels, coolant levels and failure to let the car warm up at all before mashing the accellerator in below zero temperatures finally took it's toll... She blew the frelling motor.
That is bad, but this is what's killing me...
I now have to subject my 1990 convertible mustang to the salt water baths of the Michigan highways and roads. I spent the better part of last year searching for a rust free car, which I found, and paid high dollar for. Now it's going to get that horrible cancer called RUST because my wife has to drive (and probably kill) my daily driver.
