I bought a serpentine belt. People said to me, “do you even know what that is?” The answer is no, but I know I needed one. Apparently there were hairline cracks in mine and from what I can tell a serpentine belt is not a fashion accessory.
I spent last Sunday as everyone who has a free Sunday does- with my father. He took me to Auto Zone and by he, I mean me. I drove him and it was a wonderful bonding moment of constant criticism, “you took that turn to wide” , “you hit the brake too hard” , “your not going fast enough”. Like okay, I hear you, but did you die?