Last night, driving home down Comm Ave from Chestnut Hill, I spied a car a little bit ahead of me that had a bumper sticker that caught my eye. Now I don't have the best distance vision and it was both dark and rainy, but I swear this bumper sticker said "L.A. is killing my car."
If that is indeed what the sticker said, and the L.A. stands for Lower Allston, then I seriously need to get me one of those bumper stickers. Over the past twelve days and three separate trips to the repairman, I have had to pour $3.5K into fixing damage to my car. Between the rats in the engine, the wear of stop and go traffic on my breaks, and the pot holes doing a number to the axles, Lower Allston (weeeeell, Allston Village really) is killing MY poor car.
I wonder if the sticker really did say "L.A. is killing my car" or if it was just wishful thinking on my part. Either way, it made my day.
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