Many people have big stresses in their live's, I am somewhat of a chill person. Things that normally bother people and stress them out, do not have the same effect on me. However, certain things piss me off like effin crazy. The root of all of my stress has to be my car. I drive a 1999 Honda Civic, silver. I love my car. I hate the shit that breaks on it. It really started out small. Earlier this year I started to hear a small rumbling coming from beneath my car, I thought it was probably a squirrel or something and I was not too worried. Two weeks later my catalytic converter fell off. My car sounded like a tank, which inevitably led to me speeding, and an 88$ ticket, a letter to the city, and a meeting with the city attorney.LUCKILY the part was still under warranty, so the biggest issue was talking to the people at Autozone who speak minimal English, only to find out that the part was purchased at Napa Autoparts... I replaced the cat. and I thought everything was fine... until a bolt wiggled free and started vibrating. It echoed throughout my car like a child banging on a pipe in a hallway. I eventually fixed this issue, but the damage was done, my blood pressure had begun to rise.
Everything had been fine and dandy until I went through this puddle at East Town Mall that turned out to be a small lake. 2 months later, the water that had been in my muffler had rusted a hole through. I was hella disappointed to say the least. I ordered a new muffler and replaced the old one so my car no longer sounded like an F-250 pickup truck. When I put the new muffler on, the exhaust pipe was positioned very closely to the bumper cover. So close in fact that it produced a loud-ass vibrating sound when I was under a 1000 RPM or between 2700 and 3200. You may be asking yourself Caullen, why do you know this exactly? Well, it became an intricate science to prevent my car from making this horrible noise, but it was inevitable. This was somewhat bearable, what came next was not. I (my dad) finally took the muffler off and bent the hangers and positioned it so it would no longer make this noise. Finally relief, until it happened. My brake pads were ready to be changed... and I had no money. Many people know this, but if you do not, let me enlighten you. When your brake-pads are ready to be changed, there is an indicator. No, not a little quiet red light or a nice beep once in a while. It's an incessant hissing that eventually grew into a whining, which matured into a squeal, and progressed into a full out scream. Oh dear god. I was so embarrassed by it. I had to drive with the windows open so I could see how loud it was. I started braking erratically, and speeding. I noticed when I went over 40, the scream became a hiss again, it was bearable. I found I was beginning to grind my teeth while driving as well as dig my fingernails into the back of the steering wheel. I was slowly going insane. I was no longer listening to music or focusing on the road. There was only the noise. I cannot count the amount of things I almost hit. I needed them changed, or I was going to kill someone. So I finally convinced my parents to spot me some cash and I picked up a brand spanking new pair which I put on my car today, with the assistance of my AWESOME Uncle Mark. Who by the way kicks ass! Now my car is quiet again :) For now... I am quite excited about the level of stealthy-ness I have reclaimed! *fist pump*
TBC
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