I started my car engine. "Danger Will Robinson" lights flickered on the dash.
"My car is having emotional problems" I thought. "It probably needs some kind of service".
I drove to the gas station. It's a block from my house, I walked home.
Upon my return I discovered a pool of radiator fluid in my garage. A little dead
"Ahh, the little bastard committed suicide" I thought.
Two days later I was informed the
Radiator hose (1)
Radiator hose (2)
Electrical wiring (my speedometer, gas guage and rpm thingee no longer work)
Vacuum hose (3 inches missing)
Oil dip stick housing
He ate ALL of this in one night...before he died.
His last meal cost me a pretty penny.