What you see above is a little bit of unvarnished flattery, because I need some car-oriented advice, and I’m sure the Oppo crowd is the world’s finest source for that (yet more flattery). To David Tracy’s post

I replied:

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My ‘04 Miata misfires horribly and won’t rev over 2000 RPM for the first minute after I turn it on in any weather cooler than about 70° F. This last week I’ve had to let it warm up for at least 120 seconds before I try to take it down the driveway, and then it still misfires some until the engine is all the way up to full heat.

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It never did anything like this until I took it to a mechanic to get the timing belt changed. When I went to pick it up after the “repair” I couldn’t even make it down the block. I took it back and they “fixed” it some more so it was capable of starting and running, but only in warm weather. What I’m saying is, it isn’t some part like bad coil packs that has slowly, gradually become dysfunctional. No, this was a pure-and-simple mechanic’s fuck-up, like the wire to a sensor wasn’t connected right or some part got put in upside-down when they bolted everything back on after changing the belt.

Let me ask you all this. When a mechanic works on your car, wouldn’t you expect him to at least check to see if it works at all? I’m not asking for uniformed inspectors to flog it several miles at WOT around Weissbach looking for barely-detectible vibrational anomalies, I’m asking for somebody to just try to drive it around the block to make sure that when you pick it up it will at least be able to make it down the road without bucking and stalling. Is that too much to ask? Fuck fuck fuck.

This is bullshit, and friends told me I should take it back a third time and have the mechanic fix it properly, but I figured that if he fucked it up that bad I wasn’t about to let him ever lay a finger on it again.

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Anybody got any suggestions? Anybody know a competent Miata mechanic in the Tampa Bay area? Fuck.

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Well that’s my problem, but I guess I should throw in a few more “fuck”s, so nobody will say “Oh that guy, he just doesn’t give a fuck.” Fuck. Fuck! Fuckity fuck.