Sylvester's struggle and the irony of car maintenance

I've done my very best to take care of my car, affectionately called "Sylvester Stallone" (preceded by Goldie Hawn and Ron Burgundy). I take it to the shop for scheduled maintenance, never miss an oil change, have my tires rotated, and I try to keep it clean as best I can in rainy Portland.

Why oh why then, does it decide to have a problem virtually no other cars have? Please don't ask me to tell you exactly what it is, but it's something to do with the fuse block. All I know is it's going to cost $600, and because Saturns are no longer on the assembly line, it's going to take 2-4 weeks to "make" the part to fix it! Eek! Oh, and the irony of the situation is that I had my car at the shop to get brand new tires when this problem was "discovered." I've never had a single issue with ol' Sylvie before!

I think the most frustrating part about car issues is the fact that I know nothing about them. I feel incompetent when a maintenance man is speaking to me about my car, and he could be giving me the runaround for all I know. My experiences at auto body shops tend to sound something like this ...

Shop Guy: "Your rotator cuff is leaking exhaust."
Me: "OK. How much will it cost, and how long will it take?"
Shop Guy: "Your firstborn, and how does after the weekend sound?"
Me: "Can I write a check for old time's sake? How do you feel about a layaway plan? Does that grease ever come off your hands?"

Ugggh. I wish I knew more about this stuff! Can I go back to high school and take shop class? Do they even offer that these days?

Sylvester's identical twin, hot off the lot:

Remind me to tell you about my auto shop back in Austin. I found it based on the distance from the location of my breakdown on the freeway one day. After I found out my AAA membership had expired, and I signed up on-the-spot (sitting on the hood of my car on a freeway access road), the tow truck driver just delivered me to this shop. It looked kind of suspect, but the guys turned out to be amazing, and a true gift from God. They took such good care of me, wrote me thank yous, and they called me when I was due for maintenance. They knew I was a poor journalist and sent me gift certificates in the mail. I was on their "frequent customers" plan, too. They even checked out Sylvester for free before I purchased him from the used car (excuse me, pre-owned) lot. That customer service is hard to find these days, and although I am happy to have a car that doens't break down on the freeway anymore (or so I thought?), I miss those guys at Leonard's on South Lamar!