I don't know why the hell, but the bulbs melt faster than I can change my panties (figuratively speaking, i'm pretty neat, don't get me wrong).
It's annoying AF, as I've already been fined (screw the DMV), but at least that's the only thing that's ever happened to me with this car (if you don't count the time I forgot to change the shock absorbers and blew a ball joint because I was a moron, or when a drunk girl on a moped crashed into my back door and since then the window lifter on my back door has been working like sh*t, but none of those things were the car's fault, it was my fault and that alcoholic girl's fault, screw that alcoholic girl).
I don't know why the hell, but the bulbs melt faster than I can change my panties (figuratively speaking, i'm pretty neat, don't get me wrong).
It's annoying AF, as I've already been fined (screw the DMV), but at least that's the only thing that's ever happened to me with this car (if you don't count the time I forgot to change the shock absorbers and blew a ball joint because I was a moron, or when a drunk girl on a moped crashed into my back door and since then the window lifter on my back door has been working like sh*t, but none of those things were the car's fault, it was my fault and that alcoholic girl's fault, screw that alcoholic girl).
The indicators are the ones that fuse the most.
- Chloe H., Espoo, Finland