In a prior post involving supernatural phenomena, I mentioned the FahrverGremlin that lived inside my 1989 Volkswagen Fox. I owned Foxy for ten years, until she was nineteen with 279,000* miles. That little “driving annoyance” kept me junking, jury rigging, and devising workarounds until the minute the title changed hands. I presented a potential buyer with a two-page list of Foxy’s quirks and he scoffed, saying I “wasn’t gonna scare him off that easy.” We settled on fifty bucks, but before I could collect it, he laid a hard luck story on me. I gave him a 100% discount, but still felt as though I’d ripped him off.
As you might imagine, Foxy’s impish stowaway caused a few crazily comic scenes. The look on a friend’s face when I hit the brakes at a stoplight and the glove box flew open, spewing its contents all over
her feet. The glower of the parking valet when I tossed him my keys with a warning that both the AC and reverse gear were out of order. The E-check gal’s wide-eyed alarm when she brushed the horn button with her boob during the emissions test and it blared mercilessly until she pulled it out of the garage and shut off the ignition. I wonder if Foxy’s still on the road, how much more mischief the FahrverGremlin has stirred up. Below are some examples from my own experience:
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