drama ensues

the story continues... after waiting a week to find and have a part shipped here for the car, we delivered it this morning and were told they would try to work on it today, but no guarantees... so rather than spend an entire day in the middle of nowhere with a possibility the car would not even get looked at, we drove back to Halifax... later this afternoon, the voicemail arrived saying the part was the right part, but the connectors on it didn't match, thus the part can't be used... I am sadly disgusted with said car and wish nothing more than to watch it burn in flames eternal... and all I've been able to say to myself this entire week has been, "you should have bought a fucking Chev" ... I'm sorely tempted to retrieve the fucker, tear the engine out and have someone custom mount a small block 350 Chev engine in it just for spite... at least I'd know that if the thing died on the highway in the middle of nowhere, I could go to any scrap yard in the maritimes to find parts for the bloody thing... FUCK!