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Well, I got my car back today. And it gives me yet another reason to hate the mechanic dad likes. As fate would have it, it was only minor repairs needed: a new radiator cap and a cracked pipe, which is why I heard a hissing noise and smoke was coming out of it: because the fluids leaking out of those parts hit the hot engine and produced smoke/steam. So not only was it an easy fix but cheap, too. But here's the thing... the mechanic dad likes "repaired" those parts last time. In other words: dad's "favorite" mechanic did a half-assed job by putting on the wrong sized radiator cap and "fixed" the leak by merely patching it with what was largely a temporary fix! This guy replaced both the pipe and got a radiator cap that fits perfectly so it shouldn't be an issue anymore. But chalk up another strike against dad's "favorite" mechanic as he, once again, screwed up with his shoddy work. I even lost a few nights worth of sleep because I was worried about how bad it was. Ugh... I hate that mechanic, yet I doubt dad learned anything from this. At least I got my wheels back and it was only minor, but damn, I nearly had a heart attack when I heard that hissing noise and saw smoke coming out of the car.

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