damn... after spending a week on the road shuttling back and forth between mechanics... for airconditioner compressors, brake pads, spark plug wires, and whatnot... the car is off the road AGAIN.
i'm driving to a mechanic down in the city to discuss my aircon prob when all of the sudden, my car acquires a
cool harley-davidsonish tone... i keep driving, figuring an
exhaust leak is no BIGGIE compared to the demons i've wrestled down... but this little problem was more deadly than i thought...
ten miles down and the CAR
dies... completely... takes me five damn minutes to get the engine to turn over... all the while looking in my rear view mirror for the highway patrol... hoping to god i don't get towed... (couldn't afford it)... i get it to start,
finally... and get it within two or three miles of the mechanic before it stalls
AGAIN....
at this point, i am on a side street... so i call my mechanic and wait for him to come... (free tow, thank god...) ...i do some spelunking, and i finally find the leak... a thin gasket TWO INCHES BEFORE MY O2 sensor...
OH SHIT.
i figure, fuck the small problems... i leave my car with the mechanics... tell them to replace my aircon (stealing the still-good-as-new stock compressor off my 1.6...), put some headers on, fix my O2 sensor, and have that noisy CV joint while they're at it...
while that's going on... i will be on a nice pleasant weekend cruise in the islands down south... chaperoning some college students... AND getting paid...

...i should be pissed about putting the car in the shop, but strangely,
i'm kinda happy.
car is getting fixed.
my family won't be getting it while i'm gone.
AND i get a paid vacation...
yeah...
