the weekend from heaven/hell...
bienvenue à mon cauchemar
friday night we zipped down to san diego to stay with stephanie and amanda. we dined on fine pizza and watched The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the new one) and Cabin Fever. we nuzzled and jameson's all the while having a grand time. TCSM was much better the second time, though i have to say Cabin Fever is one of the worst (and i don't mean that in a Re-Animator cool sort of way) movies i've ever seen. though Denis' kung-fu pancake charge is not to be missed! it was a wonderful and relaxing evening. the next day was just as relaxing :-) we bade the girls goodbye and headed back north before betty had to work. while she was at work i put to bed another web=project i've been toiling over and enjoyed the sense of accomplishment. the next day we were slated to visit the kids in LA. we trekked out on a very warm afternoon and the little green car started making a high-pitched whining nois (similar to a fan belt being bad.
we drove up to LA anyway(though it was mosly my stubborness that drove us north,)to visit the kids. on the way up the car was missing and seeming to chug when we were sitting still. no
biggie, just goin' to LA, i said. we made it to hollywood, got stoned, got ready to leave, and the fanbelt was screaming. i convinvenced bettty we ought to get on the road instead of finding something to eat, and it's a good thing. as i turned to get back on Beverly, the car
chugged and almot died. by the end of the block it had died. the battery light came on and she just died. FUCK. so i got her to start one more time and turned onto the sidestreet three blocks from rob and erin's house. the bitch died as i completed the left. so we walked the
three blocks,i couldn't help enjoyng the walk, but it was a long one. we stayed the night and decided to hit the mechanic on the corner by morning, 7ish. we drank ourselves to sleep at 1130, like true adults :-) and 7am came hard. rob sweety and i walked the three blocks and
robbed bitched ther whole way, it was hilarious. then he stopped between cigarettes and said, "I'm quiet right now, but when your car doesn't start and we have to push it, i'll have plenty more to say." she did start, and maintained a charge. i got it into the heavily
accented russin men running a melrose corner mechanic's shop, and all was well. for a few weeks my back breaks have been grinding horribly. but i've heard worse and figured that it was just bad shoes, replace soon. i told them to check those as well, just in case. good thing.
first issue:
the alternater siezed, not died, not caved, siezed. this, in turn
shredded most of my fanbelts, and denied my car power after i lost my
initial charge.
two:
the back breaks were so bad that the shoe and caliper on the back right
had actially flown apart inside. this was after months of the shoe
being ground bare and digging grooves in the wheel cylinder. good
times. they had been dead for a while. the front breaks had made it to
5%. they were fucked. we were lucky. (the BRAKE light is off now
though).
so yeah, 1K later all is well and i received a first level mechanics
education today from a couple of LARGE russian mechanics. one wore
sunglasses the whole time, and the other, well the other, i thought he
was fucking bliond. he walked up and put his hand out and he looked
into my eyes...sort of. they went in two different directions, but he
seemed to be focusing on me and seeing my reactions. weird. he
dissected the brake parts to show me the damage. he also insisted,
"Id nothing wrong, there is no wrong in go to Jiffy Lube. No wrong you go to Jiffy Lube for Oil change. BUT! make sure, 2-3 times you go to mechanic and ask check brakes. if you see this 2 months ago, save 450$, no problem. okay? is okay, Jiffy Lube, but sometimes, go to mechanic, okay?" yes sir! and i will. we spent the day with erin and it turned out to be a blast regardless of the car issues.
weird fucking end to a weekend,
friday night we zipped down to san diego to stay with stephanie and amanda. we dined on fine pizza and watched The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the new one) and Cabin Fever. we nuzzled and jameson's all the while having a grand time. TCSM was much better the second time, though i have to say Cabin Fever is one of the worst (and i don't mean that in a Re-Animator cool sort of way) movies i've ever seen. though Denis' kung-fu pancake charge is not to be missed! it was a wonderful and relaxing evening. the next day was just as relaxing :-) we bade the girls goodbye and headed back north before betty had to work. while she was at work i put to bed another web=project i've been toiling over and enjoyed the sense of accomplishment. the next day we were slated to visit the kids in LA. we trekked out on a very warm afternoon and the little green car started making a high-pitched whining nois (similar to a fan belt being bad.
we drove up to LA anyway(though it was mosly my stubborness that drove us north,)to visit the kids. on the way up the car was missing and seeming to chug when we were sitting still. no
biggie, just goin' to LA, i said. we made it to hollywood, got stoned, got ready to leave, and the fanbelt was screaming. i convinvenced bettty we ought to get on the road instead of finding something to eat, and it's a good thing. as i turned to get back on Beverly, the car
chugged and almot died. by the end of the block it had died. the battery light came on and she just died. FUCK. so i got her to start one more time and turned onto the sidestreet three blocks from rob and erin's house. the bitch died as i completed the left. so we walked the
three blocks,i couldn't help enjoyng the walk, but it was a long one. we stayed the night and decided to hit the mechanic on the corner by morning, 7ish. we drank ourselves to sleep at 1130, like true adults :-) and 7am came hard. rob sweety and i walked the three blocks and
robbed bitched ther whole way, it was hilarious. then he stopped between cigarettes and said, "I'm quiet right now, but when your car doesn't start and we have to push it, i'll have plenty more to say." she did start, and maintained a charge. i got it into the heavily
accented russin men running a melrose corner mechanic's shop, and all was well. for a few weeks my back breaks have been grinding horribly. but i've heard worse and figured that it was just bad shoes, replace soon. i told them to check those as well, just in case. good thing.
first issue:
the alternater siezed, not died, not caved, siezed. this, in turn
shredded most of my fanbelts, and denied my car power after i lost my
initial charge.
two:
the back breaks were so bad that the shoe and caliper on the back right
had actially flown apart inside. this was after months of the shoe
being ground bare and digging grooves in the wheel cylinder. good
times. they had been dead for a while. the front breaks had made it to
5%. they were fucked. we were lucky. (the BRAKE light is off now
though).
so yeah, 1K later all is well and i received a first level mechanics
education today from a couple of LARGE russian mechanics. one wore
sunglasses the whole time, and the other, well the other, i thought he
was fucking bliond. he walked up and put his hand out and he looked
into my eyes...sort of. they went in two different directions, but he
seemed to be focusing on me and seeing my reactions. weird. he
dissected the brake parts to show me the damage. he also insisted,
"Id nothing wrong, there is no wrong in go to Jiffy Lube. No wrong you go to Jiffy Lube for Oil change. BUT! make sure, 2-3 times you go to mechanic and ask check brakes. if you see this 2 months ago, save 450$, no problem. okay? is okay, Jiffy Lube, but sometimes, go to mechanic, okay?" yes sir! and i will. we spent the day with erin and it turned out to be a blast regardless of the car issues.
weird fucking end to a weekend,