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Aug. 1st, 2005 01:22 amTomorrow, I have the dubious pleasure of taking my car to the mechanic.
She's been feeling poorly for quite some time and I've been trying out mini-fixes, to no avail. I know I definitely need a new fuel filter (and every time I tell the oil change place to change it, they never have the one needed for my car), but other then that, it's all up in the air.
It seems to be having what I can only describe as semi-stalls. Hesitation, I reckon, is the actual word for it. I hit the gas and it's kind of a half-hearted "Oh, if I really must...", then acceleration. I poured a fuel-injector cleaner into the gas tank, which seemed to help for that day's worth of driving, but after that, the problems returned. The injectors might be bad, or the fuel pump (which is what some guy suggested to me, after eavesdropping on a smoke break conversation I was having).
Driving has been a combination of "c'mon, c'mon, what the FUCK?! I swear to God, I'm selling you and buying a Hearse" and "oh no, baby. I didn't mean any of those things I said. I love you, I do. Now please work for me?"
I'm well aware of how much of a dolt I am, there's no need to point that out to me. But, I fucking adore this car. I begged my father to not sell it, demanded that he not sell it. And when I finally needed my own car two years ago, he gave it to me. Despite all of its failings and quirks, maybe even because of them, it suits me. It is most definitely my car.
So, tomorrow is going to be spent at the mechanic's, which is fairly far from my apartment. My father's house is down the road from there, about a five minute walk through the grass (no sidewalks in that area), and hang out in his living room until the mechanic calls me.
If I'm feeling particularly uppitty, I might go for a walk in the woods behind his house, which are dense and sprawling. Depending on the weather and how adventurous I feel. Or I might just go to the back of his property and visit for awhile with the graves of Aardie, Muffin, Midnight, Daisy Mae, Shiloh, Nicodemus, Matthew, and Solomon.
One day, I'm going to put a little wrought iron fence around that area. Have my own little pet cemetery.
She's been feeling poorly for quite some time and I've been trying out mini-fixes, to no avail. I know I definitely need a new fuel filter (and every time I tell the oil change place to change it, they never have the one needed for my car), but other then that, it's all up in the air.
It seems to be having what I can only describe as semi-stalls. Hesitation, I reckon, is the actual word for it. I hit the gas and it's kind of a half-hearted "Oh, if I really must...", then acceleration. I poured a fuel-injector cleaner into the gas tank, which seemed to help for that day's worth of driving, but after that, the problems returned. The injectors might be bad, or the fuel pump (which is what some guy suggested to me, after eavesdropping on a smoke break conversation I was having).
Driving has been a combination of "c'mon, c'mon, what the FUCK?! I swear to God, I'm selling you and buying a Hearse" and "oh no, baby. I didn't mean any of those things I said. I love you, I do. Now please work for me?"
I'm well aware of how much of a dolt I am, there's no need to point that out to me. But, I fucking adore this car. I begged my father to not sell it, demanded that he not sell it. And when I finally needed my own car two years ago, he gave it to me. Despite all of its failings and quirks, maybe even because of them, it suits me. It is most definitely my car.
So, tomorrow is going to be spent at the mechanic's, which is fairly far from my apartment. My father's house is down the road from there, about a five minute walk through the grass (no sidewalks in that area), and hang out in his living room until the mechanic calls me.
If I'm feeling particularly uppitty, I might go for a walk in the woods behind his house, which are dense and sprawling. Depending on the weather and how adventurous I feel. Or I might just go to the back of his property and visit for awhile with the graves of Aardie, Muffin, Midnight, Daisy Mae, Shiloh, Nicodemus, Matthew, and Solomon.
One day, I'm going to put a little wrought iron fence around that area. Have my own little pet cemetery.
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