Okay, well my mom's car is messed up. Its a '98 Subaru Outback, and the front right tire is fucked up somehow. The other day I had to take her car, because she took my station wagon. I was technically the last one to drive it, and when I first got in the car, it made weird noises, but I didn't think anything of it because I was late for work, so I drove there, and then came home (driving very slowly, because it was acting strange). The next time my mom drives it, she tells me that I broke it. I tell her what happened (that I didn't do anything to it, thats how I found it), and she doesn't believe me. She is trying to make me pay for repairs. She doesn't even know what's wrong with it, and she's blaming me. When I tell her that I didn't do it, she just says "I dont even want to talk about it Jordan, you drove the car into the ground. I've driven with you before, you rev up the engine all the time and grind down the gears and drive too fast." Yet somehow, anytime I have ever driven with her in the car, I made sure to drive at least 5 mph under the speed limit, not double clutch, and try not to accelerate too fast.
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