This meant that for one outing this weekend he drove my car. Ouch, my poor clutch. I think he took off a chunk of its remaining lifetime. Today I did the driving, even the night-time driving that I'd rather not have done, because it beat the alternative.
For those who are keeping track, he's not sure if the current problem is related to the last mysterious car failure. That time, he took it to the Saturn dealership and they said they couldn't find anything wrong with it. They had no explanation for why it wouldn't start for him; worked for them, they said. My opinion of Saturn is dropping. They weren't likely contenders for my next car anyway; they don't make a hatchback as far as I know. But even if they did, I'm losing confidence in the local dealer.
( Saturday: games )
Oh, and I'm behind on LJ. I'll try to catch up soon.