| So the tires or the car or my driving or bad karma caused a bit of metal to become embedded in my passenger rear tire, again. Didn't I go through this before?
Slipped over to M*rchant's to see if I had the insurance on it. I didn't, but I had them patch/plug it anyway. This apparently requires removing the tire, applying the patch/plug, and putting the tire back on again and doing a leak test. They didn't get it right the first time (there was a second hole... a... sister), and had to go though all that again.
An hour later I was on the road, but only about $25 poorer, so that didn't really convince me that insurance was worth it, unless I routinely started to drive through Small Sharp Metal Object Alley.
Seems to be holding so far. This wasn't what I thought was meant when people told me I'd be going through tires quickly. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| So ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sylvia_wrath and I played hooky Thursday afternoon to get a headstart on the wonder that is the state fair. Thursday the rides and many of the exhibits are closed, but the food carts are open. We were able to get a lead on our required allowances of fried things.
So: Roasted corn, fries, coke, fried pickles, fried coke, drinks. We got there late, so many of the things that were open for lunch had closed, and despite me birddogging for her, L refused several BBQ sandwich opportunities. the fried pickles were exquisite, the fried coke, less so. If they'd managed to make a sort of fried coke cordial kind of thing, that would have been good. This coke-syrup-in-the-dough thing was sort of... cheating. The fried has to wrap around something.
We then retired to the house and sat around bemoaning our lack of impulse control. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| But it's different now that I'm poor and ageing / I'll never see this face again / You'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
In about 24 hours, I'll be getting neck surgery. I'll be face down, unconscious, with a tube down my throat. It'll be just like college.
I've never been put under for anything. I've never had so much as a broken arm, so this is kinda freaking me out. Add to the fact that this is my neck, and I'm even more unnerved. I mean, MY HEAD COULD FALL RIGHT OFF!
Ok, maybe not. But it's still a little disturbing.
Thanks for all the well wishes, people. My goodwill to all humanity I'm feeling now will vanish as soon as the next inconsiderate fucker cuts me off on I-40, but you guys are the best.
My last project made the Make Blog. Sweet. | | comments: 15 comments or Leave a comment |
| The problem with knowing something about cars is that you tend to live with things you don't want to take care of. Take the Hyundai. It's impossible to keep oil in it. A new engine would help (especially now). So I learned to live with the occasional oil light, because I was never long without it, even filling it on a regular basis.
This came to a head today, with an ominous clattering and a thunk. I was driving to Durham to do my show, and wound up not making it. Let's hear it for AAA. Or, let's not, since they've got lobbyists that work against public transportation initiatives. Still, the contracted tow operator took my car home without too much complaint, and now I fear it's new car time.
I'd really been liking the idea of a Pontiac Solstice. I get to support my bro, and get a cool car with a convertible top. Then I looked at the (lack of) cargo space, and realized that this would not be the best car. I like to carry more than one other person, and sometimes like to carry some clothes along. I'd like to be able to not have to rent a car every time I want to take a car trip longer than a day or so. We already have a two-seater convertible with no cargo space.
I really liked the Probe. So maybe it's the G6. It can be a convertible, but only without the big engine and an auto. So maybe the sunroof only.
And a sand rail. | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
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