Well, folks, I guess it’s official. Galileo, my now ten-year-old Volkswagen “New” Beetle is out of warranty.

Actually he has been for quite a while. I bought him about two-years-young from a used car lot in Fitchburg and he only had a 90-day warranty from them. We were on our way to Beetle Bug III, a Volkswagen specialist in Hudson, to have his O2 sensor(s?) replaced when this milestone was reached. Hopefully that will get rid of the check engine light so we can get rid of the [R] on his windshield. Poor guy’s embarrassed!
Last week we replaced the catalytic converter hoping that would do the trick. It was needed. When our guy at Beetle Bug got the cat off the car he found that it was an empty can with no honeycomb left inside. We didn’t do the sensors then trying to save me a few bucks.
It could have worked…
A month ago we had a wheel bearing replaced. I made the mistake of going somewhere else for that. Expert Tire on John Fitch Highway in Fitchburg, MA. First they replaced the CV axel on the wrong side. They must have had to make a boat payment. Then when that didn’t fix the problem I convinced them to replace the wheel bearing I told them was the problem in the first place. This time I went out in the bay when they had Galileo up on the lift and rotated the driver’s side front tire left and right by a good ten degrees. That's the car’s left and right – crossways to the car, parallel to the axel. A direction there is not supposed to be any movement at all. How they missed that the week before is beyond me.
Then a few days later I took Galileo to Beetle Bug to have his check engine light checked. While he was up on the lift with both his VW specialist and myself under him looking around for other things we discovered that ALL OF THE BOLTS ON THE TRANSMISSION END OF THAT BRAND NEW AXEL WERE ABOUT TO FALL OUT! Had that not been caught the axel would have separated – at speed on the highway no doubt – and destroyed the underside of the car if not caused a wreck.
Ma! I coulda got killed!
That was immediately addressed and catastrophe averted.
I have since decided that for Galileo’s sake and mine that regardless of the inconvenience of having to go to Hudson for service, it behooves us to stop wasting time and money going elsewhere.
Now if I could just get Galileo’s faulty cashometer replaced… I was just telling him the other day “Galileo, if you ever want me to be able to buy you that garage we talked about, you have got to stop nickel, dime, and hundred-dollar-billing me to death!”
But he’s worth it. Here he is sitting next to Fritz with Woody our late Jeep Wagoneer in the foreground.

Look at that grin!