Today I took my poor, sick car to see Justin. Justin is the guy that all of the boys I know around here (who are a bunch of gear heads) go to see when they have car problems that they can't handle themselves. Justin is g-o-o-d (and really hot, but that's entirely beside the point). He's also a really no-nonsese, not gonna beat around the bush, and won't take you for more than he can kinda guy.
Justin called me about a half hour ago. Apparently, my fuel pump is shot. On the one hand, this makes me feel good, because 1. I now know what the problem is and b) it's not something that would have turned up on that full diagnostic I've been putting off. Apparently a fuel pump is something that works until it doesn't and there's just no way of knowing when that will be. I feel all absolved and stuff. On the other hand this is pretty crap. It used to be that a fuel pump for my car cost somewhere in the area of $100 (please note that all prices are in Canadian dollars). Now, however, the fuel pump has a little computer inside it. So the part alone is going to cost $500-600. He's giving me a really good deal on the labour (see above what an awesome guy he is), so the whole she-bang, taxes in, is going to be $780.
Add to this that Fred's wheel-bearings are going, he needs new brakes and a transmission flush, for a grand total of about $500.
Christmas? What's that?