Non-fill post

The car’s warranty has expired, but it has not yet burst into flames. I have managed to drive it past 37,000 miles without serious trouble, although thanks to a roofing nail I did need to replace one of its fancy low profile tires; and the windshield wipers only lasted about 35,000 miles before disintegrating. Otherwise things are good. Even the interior is pretty clean. I could have enjoyed one more winter of warranty coverage had we not driven it to Maine for a week last summer, but then I’d have been driving the fucking minivan all those miles, which would have worked out well for no one. I need to get a proper roof rack.

The best thing that has happened to the car so far is that after Volkswagen mailed me bright yellow DIESEL FUEL ONLY stickers with which to festoon the inside of the fuel door the guys at the dealer mounted a bunch of these stickers themselves during the 30,000 mile maintenance visit. No longer needing them for the car, I repurposed them: my ceramic coffee mug at work now sports a completely waterproof DIESEL FUEL ONLY sticker. The sticker is coffee-proof, too. I suspect that not even diesel fuel could easily remove it, but I don’t brew my coffee that strong.

I plan to stop going to the dealer’s service department after the 40,000 mile service because, as much as I like this car, everybody in the Volkswagen building gives me the creeps. Hopefully my instincts will prove to have been irrational.