My pain is self-chosen
At least, so the prophet says
I could either burn
Or cut off my pride and buy some time
A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist
So let’s start with a little backstory. Here in Metro Detroit, if you have a “fun car” you also need a winter car. In my case, the fun car is a 95 Mustang GT that makes 452 horsepower to the tires, and, as you would imagine it’s pretty useless when the snow flies, more so when you are rolling with 315/35ZR17’s on the back.
My planned winter car was the one I had last year, a 2005 Ford Escape that was my wife’s from new until she replaced last fall with a new Edge. It’s been a good vehicle, V6, front drive and had 170,000 miles in it. Well, the best-laid plans of mice and men and all of that. On a day in late September when driving, there was a sudden banging noise coming from the right rear wheel well area. Once home I investigated and found this: