This is going to take a while to explain everything, so stay with me.

It all comes around.

My very first car was a dark green 2000 Volkswagen Jetta.

It was the most basic of basics when it came to cars.

No options whatsoever except for an automatic transmission.

It was $300, slow, dumpy, no right headlight.

Joe straight with the steering wheel practically sideways.

And it would let out a cloud of white smoke when it started.

Every stereotype of a poor high schooler's car you can think of, my car was no exception.

Despite it being a piece of German crap, I loved that car.

I drove it every chance I had.

I named it Thunder Bunny.

She was my baby, my beautiful green baby.

But Volkswagen's from that generation, Jetta's especially, had a pretty bad flaw in the automatic

transmission.

Not exactly sure what causes it, but essentially the transmission to gradually get worse and

worse until the car would not shift into third gear.

But there's not a thing you can do from there.

So a couple of weeks after Halloween 2019, I was going about 30 miles per hour when the

engine suddenly roared and the car wouldn't speed up.

I feared the worst and my fears were justified.

My dad, a mechanic, didn't even have hope for my baby.

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