We all know the feeling. We’re driving down the road and a red ‘dummy’ light illuminates the dashboard. It looks like a child’s drawing of an engine. Fun! So, you call your mechanic; ‘Bring it in,’ he says. Hours later the diagnosis comes: the phenobus has popped out of the whiz-a-ma-gig and, obviously, that means replacing all the fernuthin buttons as well. ‘That’ll be $1,000; you can pick her up next Thursday.’ Oh, joy! It’s at times like this that I wonder: ‘Do I own this car, or does it own me?’......

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