So i finally got rid of the antique Toyota and traded it with Mr T for his small blue Kia, and i'm kind of thinking Mr T is off his rocker - the Toyota's steering wheel is completely defunct, and i tell him so.
Mr T fails to warn me that the clutch in the Kia is absolutely butchered and despite allegedly having 4 gears, it actually only has 3rd and 4th.
I complain to Mr A and Dr. No, but they don't wanna listen. After 3 days i invite Dr No to check it out on our excursion for resourcing - i force him to drive it rather than take his card. He has no choice but to concede "it's not right" he snorts, and it spends the following 72 hours in a garage getting repaired. It finally comes back a little better but not much. I think Mr A and Dr No are reeking their revenge on me. At least i'm able to maneuver it swiftly out of the restrictive and over-populated Sunrise Residences' car park.
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