I wouldn't really consider myself high maintenance. I mean, all you have to do to please me is buy a little sweet tea vodka, perhaps some chocolate, smile a lot and book a few trips to Florida. That's not asking for much, I don't think.

However, I'm not really talking about me. I'm talkin' about my bad a$$ Dodge Magnum that is on the verge of reaching 100,000 miles. 

You know, once a car hits 100,000 miles, s$#* is bound to happen unless you treat your car with respect. I don't care what kind of car you have, if you don't take care of it, it won't last.

My girl has done me right the past five years and it's about time I show her a little love in return if I want her to last 100,000 more miles.

I haven't had many problems with her other than a malfunctioning crank shaft sensor and a broken tie rod. 

Yes, I'm referring to my car as a "she." Cause SHE is part of my family. SHE represents my love of cars. SHE drives me to work and SHE drives my son around. Laugh all you want. 

Did you know it's estimated that Americans spend nearly 540 hours a year in their cars? 

It might be time to break out the old "I (heart) my Camaro" necklace I got from the mall when I was 16. Are there still Piercing Pagoda stores out there?  

Anyways, I've driven her hard and enjoyed every minute.

Well, apparently she needs a LOT of love, according to the local car repair shop.

Car maintenance can be a pain in the a$$.

DH and Dear Dad can do 90 percent of these repairs/maintenance duties.

My dad told me to take my car to the shop so they could lift it in the air and see exactly what all it needed. Let the multiple trips to O'Reily and Auto Zone begin!

The dude started rambling a list off:

-new trans fluid
-new brake fluid
-new power steering fluid
-new brakes/rotors
-left inner tie rod is loose
-left inner ball joint is loose
-new tires (current ones won't last through winter)
-tune up
-oil change
-oil filter
-fuel filter

What the...

"Hehehe, Miss, I wouldn't drive your car with those two front tires worn down like that ... it's not safe."

"Oh really? Can you show me?" (I was a little pissed he was laughing and it probably showed on my face. And BTW, just cause I'm a hot chick doesn't mean you can take advantage of me in a car repair shop. I'm not as mechanically savvy as I'd like to be, but I am not stupid about this stuff either.)

(The tires DID look like sh*t.)

"How much?" I asked.

(He rambles off the price of at least three weeks of groceries.)

"Fine. Put them on. I have to be safe with a little one in the back, right?"

As I sat in the waiting area waiting for my two new tires to get mounted and balanced, (Which I had NO idea I would be getting that night.) I began to fantasize about being "Sway" a.k.a. Angelina Jolie, in the movie "Gone in 60 Seconds."

How freaking sexy is a hot female mechanic? How freaking sexy is a woman who can do car repairs/maintenance? Very. You go Jennifer Brown.

Man, I really want a brown jumpsuit. You think Luke would dig it? 

As a teen, my dad always pumped a few car things in my head: rotate your tires, change your oil every 3k miles, blah blah blah ...

He always did these things for me, and actually, he was the one who taught Luke about car maintenance and repairs. It was a nice few years of my "then" future husband earning brownie points with his "then" future father-in-law.

I'm glad he did cause it has saved us a lot of skrilla.

So there I was, driving along with my two brand new tires and a list of items floating around in my head for my dad and hubby to fix within the next few weeks, possibly months.

Not cheap.

Then, CRACK!

 A semi flung a rock at my front windshield. RIGHT. IN. THE. MIDDLE. OF. MY. VIEW.

Fffffffffffffffrick.

"PUT IT ON THE LIST!" I yelled at the semi. I'm sure he heard me.

Now back to that daydream of being a hot a$$ mechanic...

How many miles do your mom-mobiles have? Do your husbands/significant others repair/maintain your cars in the driveway? Have you ever felt "taken advantage of" at a car repair shop?

Remember that blog that pi$$ed everyone off a long time ago? You know... the minivan one?

Tee hee.