We dropped off the Mini at the mechanic because it’s been oddly doggy. Not quite enough pep to get up a hill easily. Not enough pep to go from zero to anything easily. If I’m at a stop sign at the bottom of even a slight hill, then I am doomed unless if I stomp on the gas and roar the tachometer up to 6.
I am going to transcribe the remarkable conversation I just had with the mechanic at Dobb’s.
”Hello, Mrs. S_____? I’m calling about the Mini? We got one of our mechanics to drive your car, and I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you what’s wrong. It’s something wrong with your transmission.”
Gary had suggested that I had just forgotten How To Drive a Car, so I asked, “So there IS something wrong?”
Then he recommended that if I had to maybe I could find someone who would rebuild the transmission entirely. That’s already happened; it was still under warranty when Mini rebuilt it the first time.
So, it’s been 13.5 years since the last car hunt (begin the journey here, then skim to here). This hunt might be easier, Gary wants an all-electric car, and we actually could reincarnate the current Mini in electric. Subtract the rebate and it’s only a few thousand more than we paid for the Mini 16 years ago. And, while the Mini I bought in 2005 wasn’t reliable, evidently in 2015 Mini got religion and they are now loyal and true.
Or, we could get the transmission fixed. That “Oooohhhhhhh yeeeeessss” really scared me, though.