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Feb. 7th, 2006 12:48 amTransmission fluid is really a rather lovely shade of crimson, so I learned today.
I drove to the bank this afternoon with Joanna, realizing as I was parked in line that my steering was making an odd sort of grinding echo. hrrrm, thinks I. Maybe I need power steering fluid? That would certainly be odd, considering I just had all of my hoses and suchlike replaced not that long ago.
When I got back to work and popped the hood of the Eldorado, I noticed that power steering fluid had begun to spray all over the inside (again) and that I was running precariously low on power steering fluid (as I'd predicted).
Rummaging through my trunk, I found a bottle of transmission fluid that Joanna had given me for emergencies. Transmission fluid can double as power steering fluid. Thankfully.
So, we filled the Beast back up. As Joanna was pouring it into the receptacle, my only words were: Goddamn! That's a fucking INCREDIBLE shade of red! I wish my hair were that colour!
And so, the pondering on whether or not I should start dying my hair red again has begun. It's a little late this season, but it's finally arrived.
Additionally, it looks like one of my new hoses is slowly leaking. Drip...drip...drip. This is causing the loss of fluid. I am making very angry faces in my mechanic's direction because this was supposed to be fixed ages ago. Now I'll have to take the car to the mechanic, which is over half an hour away, leave it there, and beg people to pick me up for work at ungodly hours of the morning.
This is how I roll, apparently.
I drove to the bank this afternoon with Joanna, realizing as I was parked in line that my steering was making an odd sort of grinding echo. hrrrm, thinks I. Maybe I need power steering fluid? That would certainly be odd, considering I just had all of my hoses and suchlike replaced not that long ago.
When I got back to work and popped the hood of the Eldorado, I noticed that power steering fluid had begun to spray all over the inside (again) and that I was running precariously low on power steering fluid (as I'd predicted).
Rummaging through my trunk, I found a bottle of transmission fluid that Joanna had given me for emergencies. Transmission fluid can double as power steering fluid. Thankfully.
So, we filled the Beast back up. As Joanna was pouring it into the receptacle, my only words were: Goddamn! That's a fucking INCREDIBLE shade of red! I wish my hair were that colour!
And so, the pondering on whether or not I should start dying my hair red again has begun. It's a little late this season, but it's finally arrived.
Additionally, it looks like one of my new hoses is slowly leaking. Drip...drip...drip. This is causing the loss of fluid. I am making very angry faces in my mechanic's direction because this was supposed to be fixed ages ago. Now I'll have to take the car to the mechanic, which is over half an hour away, leave it there, and beg people to pick me up for work at ungodly hours of the morning.
This is how I roll, apparently.
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