Redneck's Wife
Thursday, April 21, 2005
FLTS Update
The project I wrote about in this post is now pushed back to mid-August. Hmmm, I may be cynical, but I'm also right. ¶ 8:28 PM 0 comments
The project I wrote about in this post is now pushed back to mid-August. Hmmm, I may be cynical, but I'm also right. ¶ 8:28 PM 0 comments
The car was asking for it!
Ran across this story via Gut Rumbles today. This guy got so pissed off at his car that he shot it. FIVE TIMES.
Sadly, this story brought back memories.
When Erick and I were first married, we made a series of bad decisions concerning cars which ended with our purchase of a Mercury Sable. That car sucked in so many ways, but the worst thing was that it kept breaking down.
One time, we were camping up in the Sierras, and suddenly there was this horrible screeching noise every time we turned the steering wheel. There was also a trail of red liquid behind the car. Yep, it was a leak in the power steering line. Well, we didn't want to interrupt our vacation to deal with it right at that moment, so we just bought some power steering fluid at a gas station and kept filling up the reservoir.
The noise and the leak kept getting worse, and we probably spent about 50 bucks on power steering fluid before we got home.
We finally took it in and found that the parts cost was $100, but the labor was more like $300. We had no money, so Erick decided he could fix it himself. This was our only car at the time. I drove it to the dealership, screeching and leaking all the way, and bought the part. Then I drove it home, leaving a red trail behind me.
Erick tackled it, and I should say that he had little to no experience working on cars. The stupid power steering line wove all the way around and through the engine. He spent all day working on it, and ooooh, was he pissed. There were a few moments (hours?) when neither of us thought he was going to be able to fix it, but he finally did. There were a few tools that had to be hunted for in the grass after he threw them, and lots of profanity, and a few tears on my part, but he pulled it off.
We both agreed, though, that he wouldn't try to fix the car himself ever again.
I think if he had had a gun that day, that Sable would have been history. Oh, how we hated that car. ¶ 7:50 PM 1 comments
Ran across this story via Gut Rumbles today. This guy got so pissed off at his car that he shot it. FIVE TIMES.
Sadly, this story brought back memories.
When Erick and I were first married, we made a series of bad decisions concerning cars which ended with our purchase of a Mercury Sable. That car sucked in so many ways, but the worst thing was that it kept breaking down.
One time, we were camping up in the Sierras, and suddenly there was this horrible screeching noise every time we turned the steering wheel. There was also a trail of red liquid behind the car. Yep, it was a leak in the power steering line. Well, we didn't want to interrupt our vacation to deal with it right at that moment, so we just bought some power steering fluid at a gas station and kept filling up the reservoir.
The noise and the leak kept getting worse, and we probably spent about 50 bucks on power steering fluid before we got home.
We finally took it in and found that the parts cost was $100, but the labor was more like $300. We had no money, so Erick decided he could fix it himself. This was our only car at the time. I drove it to the dealership, screeching and leaking all the way, and bought the part. Then I drove it home, leaving a red trail behind me.
Erick tackled it, and I should say that he had little to no experience working on cars. The stupid power steering line wove all the way around and through the engine. He spent all day working on it, and ooooh, was he pissed. There were a few moments (hours?) when neither of us thought he was going to be able to fix it, but he finally did. There were a few tools that had to be hunted for in the grass after he threw them, and lots of profanity, and a few tears on my part, but he pulled it off.
We both agreed, though, that he wouldn't try to fix the car himself ever again.
I think if he had had a gun that day, that Sable would have been history. Oh, how we hated that car. ¶ 7:50 PM 1 comments
