The illustrious Talon is sick again. I honestly must love pain or blowing tons of money. I've threatened this car on many occasions... with a rag in the gas cap, the scrap yard, drowning on the river, sledgehammers, ect... nothing seems to work! BUT for some reason I keep him around. I guess it is kinda like having a smoking hot boyfriend who is a total dbag and braindead. He's so good looking and rocks your world, that one forgets he's utterly useless for anything else.
