Repair

With age, things fall apart. Like me.
I mean, I ran 160km, and my knees didn’t bother me. But do a bit of swimming and/or water-polo, and my knees feel like they have been shot. A friend has convinced me to give it a try. It has been a good way to feel totally out of shape. I haven’t been swimming in a long time.
In a parallel instance, my car is following me. Not swimming, but in falling apart. Actually, no, it isn’t falling apart. Not anymore. I’ve had it for over ten years, and I keep track of its maintenance schedule and do my best to follow it. The problem is that I don’t drive as much as the schedule expects. So while things that expire after a certain number of kilometers have been regularly replaced, the things that expire after a certain period of time, haven’t. Today, the Honda dealership figured that out and fingered my timing belt as too old.
I fear I am too trusting of them. It made sense what they were saying, but I wonder if they are trying to milk me for money because of a faltering economy. If I had picked up gas on my way through Calgary I would have spent over a thousand dollars on my car today.
Maybe it is time to get a new one?