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They really oughta kiss me

Posted on 2006.03.06 at 09:10
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
Current Music: Howlin' Wolf - Moanin' At Midnight
Because I always like to be kissed when getting screwed. On Friday, a plastic panel-thing came loose from the underside of my car, just behind the bumper; I didn't know what it was for, but it was hanging off, and scraping while I drove. I tried to re-attach it, no dice- it was broken where it bolted in. So I duct taped it, and made an appointment with the mechanic for early this morning. Once I got the thing taped up properly, it seemed to be holding, but I thought that as marvelous a thing as duct tape is, I probably should have this thing affixed in a more permanent fashion, or repaired, or at worst just taken off since I am not sure what it does.
So I took it in bright and early today. The thing that is broken is called an 'air dam,' and was not much to replace, and they had one in stock, so I thought, tralalala.
But no.
Then came the rogering. Apparently, my right front brake caliper is broken, and the left brake needs replacing. Also, one of the struts that holds the engine in place is broken off entirely, causing some danger of the engine falling down/out. So I kind of thought- brakes, you gotta have those, and engine falling out = bad. Then there is some thing about my exhaust system leaking, which I don't understand, but...
Well.
How can I play the blues when I had a savings account anyway?

Comments:


Chavah ("Little Raccoon") bat Sarah
qilora at 2006-03-06 16:39 (UTC) (Link)
ugh. one of the things i don't miss about having a car: the gazillion things that seem to be slowly going ick at any given time...

still glad they found the brake and strut-thingie before something scarey happened...

Eve & Co.
Jonathan
theservant at 2006-03-06 17:32 (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, that is assuming that they aren't taking advantage of me. But yeah, it is good that my engine didn't fall out at some critical moment, like when I was driving.
metalclarinet
metalclarinet at 2006-03-07 03:19 (UTC) (Link)
There is a big difference between strutting your stuff and stuffing your strut.

My van has dents on several sides and then the side door fell off and had to be replaced with one from a junker. (Same colors, but reversed.) Kids tagged me with black spray paint and the insurance said that therefore, the van was totaled. In other words, repainting cost more than the van was worth. So, I fixed it with duck tape and got vanity tags that say "DNT MBL" which I think means The Dent Mobile but other people seem to think means don't mumble or maybe donut mobile. All good.

Maybe I should post some pictures.
Jonathan
theservant at 2006-03-07 03:59 (UTC) (Link)
Did they at least tag your van with something interesting?
metalclarinet
metalclarinet at 2006-03-07 04:56 (UTC) (Link)
In a way, yes. This was about a year & a half ago. Two kids started at the Catholic Jr High painting something obscene on the gym floor. They hit 17 cars in the neighborhood, a couple driveways and finally finished at the Unitarian church. Most was sexual or racist. However, when they got to my car, the noted (and sprayed over) my "There are lies, damned lies, and weapons of mass destruction" bumper sticker. Then they wrote "I hate Nadar" on my back door, "I (heart) Bush) on the driver's side and a swastika on the front hood.

A cop rang the doorbell on Sunday morning and led me out to the car. He had the sort of expression you wear at the funeral for someone you didn't know. I looked at the car and said "Two can play at this game" This startled him a bit, so I explained that I had always wanted to paint a car, and now I had an excuse.

I boxed out the s swastika right away. Actually, I was impressed that the kids could guess my politics from the bumper sticker and craft something presumably upsetting. (In fact, it did turn out that it was two 12 year olds, one of whom was black and the other had two marines for parents. Neither had ever been in any trouble before. I settled for a written apology and the promise that some time later in life, they would forgive someone for something major.)

Unfortunately, my then H.S. senior made me promise not to paint the car myself. He said "Dad, you'll just ruin it. Its really cool the way kids tagged it. You'll just do something ugly." Blah blah blah. So I promised I wouldn't paint the car. I waited until he left for college and then got out my duck tape collection. (I have many colors including some fluorescent gaffers tape.)

I debated leaving the I heart bush until after the election. It was so des classé that I felt that it more or less made fun of all the Mercedes with the tidy Bush 04 stickers. However, a lady heading the Unitarian church stopped and asked if I really was a Bush supporter. So, that was that.
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