Our first Toyota Prius was a 2006, bought largely by default. Dr. SJ had no clue what type of car she wanted, but being environmentally-minded, and hating to fill the tank, she went for it. She called it the Pod, because, well, it looked like a pod. The car, not Dr. SJ., who looks fabulous.
About an hour after the warranty expired, the left headlight died. Well, that can happen, I thought, and so we brought it to the dealer who was more than happy to change it. Almost gleeful, really.
I would have done so myself, but it had this pointless shroud covering the front of the engine, and Dr. SJ falsely doesn’t think I fix anything without breaking something else. Mind you, her father was the king of duct tape, but he’s special. Continue reading
