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YAY CAR
Got woken up by the call about my car being done. Acknowledged. Went back to (what must have been much-needed) sleep.
Picked up car. He'd had some of these symptoms before (less pointedly) and it had been a few things. They replaced those parts then. They replaced those parts again, at no cost to me under warranty, and that started him behaving again. Since the dude said that a stretched timing belt could in fact cause those parts to go bad, I went for the timing belt replacement. And they got it under my budget too, which was such a relief. "Now you can eat this month," dude said as I checked out, and not that far off the mark too, hah. I have a little container of chocolate covered espresso beans for them. I should drop it by tomorrow.
He still rumbles at me some when I leave him stopped in gear, but he's always done that, and this is not -- not the same as the bad. I see it like a waveform in my head: usually it is round and a little lumpy, sometimes square, but never outside of the borders. When it goes outside of the borders it is bad. Not too high, not too low.
There's a fuel system leak detection pump that needs replacing; I'll see when I can get that done. More urgently, tires and whatever's up with that power steering fluid. Strong arms will only take you so far, and I have hella commute, which is wearing on the tires.
Refueled. A random older man hailed me as he got out when I was getting back in the car, that he liked my bumper stickers. The stickers on my actual bumper are a rainbow Pride strip and a little bisexual flag square.
This all is such a relief. I told my manager in Tuesday's 1:1 that I was about up to my nose-bridge in work, but having my car back operational would get me below my chin again, maybe even down to my collarbone.
Picked up car. He'd had some of these symptoms before (less pointedly) and it had been a few things. They replaced those parts then. They replaced those parts again, at no cost to me under warranty, and that started him behaving again. Since the dude said that a stretched timing belt could in fact cause those parts to go bad, I went for the timing belt replacement. And they got it under my budget too, which was such a relief. "Now you can eat this month," dude said as I checked out, and not that far off the mark too, hah. I have a little container of chocolate covered espresso beans for them. I should drop it by tomorrow.
He still rumbles at me some when I leave him stopped in gear, but he's always done that, and this is not -- not the same as the bad. I see it like a waveform in my head: usually it is round and a little lumpy, sometimes square, but never outside of the borders. When it goes outside of the borders it is bad. Not too high, not too low.
There's a fuel system leak detection pump that needs replacing; I'll see when I can get that done. More urgently, tires and whatever's up with that power steering fluid. Strong arms will only take you so far, and I have hella commute, which is wearing on the tires.
Refueled. A random older man hailed me as he got out when I was getting back in the car, that he liked my bumper stickers. The stickers on my actual bumper are a rainbow Pride strip and a little bisexual flag square.
This all is such a relief. I told my manager in Tuesday's 1:1 that I was about up to my nose-bridge in work, but having my car back operational would get me below my chin again, maybe even down to my collarbone.