A little-known fact: I like muscle cars. Always have. I even know how to listen to & identify basic things that have gone wrong, the "old fashioned way" (i.e., with your ears and some knowledge!). I don't do much about liking muscle cars-- I have a lot of other priorities ( Read more... )

I love to make it MINE. I'm single and this day has been fantastic! I hit South St. Paul up for some breakfast (Black Sheep for mushroom & brie soup, chicken curry salad and a café miel) after doing some brief shopping for picnic baskets; I found two for super-cheap, hooray! 
  I motored around for a while for the heck of it, before heading over ( Read more... )

 My car's side mirror is now fixed, I got some interesting photos of an enormous olive tree while waiting for ABRA to fix my car, I picked up necessary replacement dryer tubing & elbows and aluminuminuminum oooh, beg pardon, aluminum tape (I didn't know it existed-- I really must learn more about applications for it, since I have a bunch left) and ( Read more... )

Bleah.

The past couple of days have been nothing but massively stressful. I have to ignore some of what's going on for the time being, or I else have no way to cope.

On the upside, sort-of, I no longer have to worry about ending up ass over teakettle due to front-end brake failure; the rotors & pads were replaced by one of my co-worker's ( Read more... )

 One nice thing about having friends with the enviable skill of making things work in a Rube Goldberg/redneck fashion is that if you have a problem & whine about it enough, they might try to fix it for you just so that you will shut up.

THE STORY
 My car's lighter thingy died a long time ago. Dead dead deadsky. I was quoted many exorbitant dollars ( Read more... )