Break out the duck tape!
exploding heads on the horizon
So my friend J was re-registering her car—cute Saturn from the early 90’s sometime. Dang—hadda do the whole smog test thing. Here in CA they have tow levels, now. There is the regular, go to a testing place thing, and then there’s the spay-shall kind where ya gotta find a special ‘official’ testing station. Those are rare as hen’s teeth. Well, since she’s a big old girl [like me] she didn’t know the tricks of having things adjusted before the test to make it pass—not run well, but pass—and her car failed.
This is how she came to learn that the CA government will give her $500 to fix her car. They’ll give her $1,000 to ‘retire’ it! Nevermind that she is a professional who owns her home. Nevermind that it’s way less than half what it’s worth [given my inexpert Blue Book skills] If it applies to her car it applies to all those beaters out there.
So I go buy a $250 beater, hafta get it registered, hafta get it smogged, bump into not passing cuz, it’s a beater, and get $1,000 to ‘retire’ it. Then I can go buy a much better beater and whyinhell bother to register that cuz I’m an illegal Mexican anyway! Or I’ll get another $500 to fix ‘er up!
Now commence to whining about eed-yew-kay-shun... pfaf.
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