Handwritten Journal
My victory over myself was short-lived.
OV106, the vehicle that had safely transported my entire life sixteen hundred miles to a new city and new era, was losing its second transmission. I scrambled. I was so immature that I preferred to take on debt to finance a new (used) vehicle instead of assessing what it would cost to repair my current vehicle yet again. I was fed up to be honest. Every Honda I had driven before was lost due to transmission failure.
I was done with Honda.
