I consider myself about as un-superstitious as they come. I only don’t walk under ladders to lessen the chance of getting hit from above by a paintbrush or wad of decaying leaves, and black cats are my friends.

But for my beige 2004 Ford Taurus, there is a part of North Suffolk that is the Bermuda Triangle. When it ventures there, it’s liable to only emerge on the back of a tow truck.

The three points are the corner of Route 17 and College Drive, the corner of College Drive and University Boulevard, and the entrance from University Boulevard to Kroger Marketplace.

It started eight or nine months ago with a busted transmission, just after turning off Route 17 onto College Drive. That one cost north of $3,000.

About three months later, the Taurus started accelerating uncontrollably after I turned down University Boulevard to gas up at Kroger. My initial reaction was to jam on the brakes, but the needles on the tachometer and speedometer continued to rise.

My next reaction — which was a good one — was to knock the new transmission into neutral. I brought my raging bull to a safe stop next to an overgrown lot sporting a piece of earth-moving equipment with all its windows shattered.

Waiting there for the tow truck to arrive, I sat in my stricken vehicle staring disconsolately at the hulking, rusty, windowless excavator, several large sections of pre-fabricated concrete storm water pipe and the weeds growing up between it all, trying their hardest to turn back the tide of man’s progress.

Then, on my phone, I Googled “2004 Ford Taurus uncontrollable acceleration class action lawsuit,” and I still feel today that this was an appropriate use of the next 90 minutes.

A new idle air control valve, the installation of it and a partial engine decarb cost me, oh, I don’t know, $400.

The notion of a Bermuda Triangle in North Suffolk was sealed for me once and for all on Thursday.

After getting a state inspection at Dellinger’s Tire & Auto, I drove about a quarter mile — maybe even less — to gas up at Kroger.

This time I was successful in filling the tank, but when I climbed back inside and tried to crank the engine, nothing happened.

After the AAA technician confirmed the battery was not the problem and ordered a tow truck, about an hour later — after explaining to more than five people the impossibility of pulling my car up so they could fill up theirs — I was back at Dellinger’s, which I suspect will soon be adding a new wing on the strength of my patronage alone.

My 2004 beige Ford Taurus can be spied on highways all over Hampton Roads. Moreover, I’ve driven it on hundreds of miles of the Blue Ridge Parkway, to Richmond several times, and even to Washington.

Two flats in one day once stranded me on Route 58, but it has only ever broken down on me inside North Suffolk’s Bermuda Triangle, a place I will henceforth, if at all possible, avoid.

Dellinger’s just rang — a new starter for $390 is going to bring them another step closer to that new wing. Time to begin pondering what I want on the dedication plaque.