If there is such a thing, I've got it. Was picking up my monthly Lipitor at the drugstore, when my engine started squealing. (My car, not my heart...)
Now it's been making kinda screechy sounds for a couple of months now. When I first started hearing it, I checked the oil, and other than it being coal black, it seemed O.K. I went and had all that stuff changed; oil, oil filter, air filter. Probably haven't done it in years.
Thing that always kills me about people who have their cars serviced all the time - I'm driving a 1990 Toyota, and I barely pay attention to it. I'm of the opinion that the less I do to it, the less that can go wrong.
But I know that it can't last forever.
I pull out of the drive-through, and the car dies. I start it up, go about 50 feet and it dies again, screetching the whole time.
That when I look up an notice an alternater/water pump car parts place directly across the road. I nearly coast up to the door.
The guys inside decide the belts are frozen on the power steering and alternator and water pump, and that it probably means either the alternator or the pump are frozen.
Anyway, we cut the belts, I drive out the service center watching my engine temperature gauge.
If this had happened anywhere else, I would've had to called for tow, waiting around with my cat in a hot car, and so on.
Water pump replaced a few hours later. Car no longer making noises. And a four hundred dollar repair bill.
I think that's what would be called good bad luck.
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Wow. You must be doing something right. I know exactly how you feel.
When I was about 16 I drove my Mustang from Big Bear back to the Valley, driving through the desert north of Los Angeles, where towns are few and far between. (Think of the land east of Bend and you have a good idea.)
A radiator hose burst and I started losing coolant. The engine starts running rougher and rougher. Lo and behold, just as the engine is about to die altogether I come to a tiny little town with a gas station that's open, and what's more the guy there replaces the hose... for free! If my car was going to die, it picked the best place to do so. Good bad luck.
Like the time my house caught fire.
Did you buy a lottery ticket? :)
God takes care mad dogs and Englishmen.
Or something like that.
And me not an Englishman. :)
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