Good Old Bessie...she tried and tried to be good,
But something has been brewing - she can't run like she should.
"Please get me some help", she said with a sigh
"Oh Bessie, your OK," was my only reply.
But Bessie, she just couldn't take anymore,
And finally we broke down and called the guy at the store.
"Bessie's sick - awful bad." He retorted with glee,
"I can fix her, but it'll cost ya" He said smiling at me.
So we checked her right in, with a tear in each eye,
"Good luck, Bessie" we whispered and I started to cry.
It's now been three days - Bessie's been in the shop,
Problem after problem...how I wish those calls would stop.
For cars, as you know, are a necessity here,
With excessive heat warnings drawing daily near.
Oh the joys of car ownership - they are really a pain,
Now I'll end this poem and hope to stay sane.
Yep...our minivan is in the shop. Yes, she has been there three days & yes, we have had three extra phone calls when they find something new that is wrong with it. In the end...here's the problem. Our Mazda minivan has a Ford motor in it. If I had known that the motor was made by Ford...I wouldn't have bought the van (too many bad experiences with Ford in the past...).
I don't think the car companies should be able to call a car a Mazda if it has a Mazda body but a Ford motor. They should call it a Mord or Fazda...then at least we'd know what we were getting!
Ah well...what are you going to do? Here's to hoping we get the minivan back today.