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More wrenching. I do not enjoy it. Changed the ignition coil on the truck. Changed air filter on the van. Just changed the fuel filter on the truck at Christmas. Changed the transmission fluid and rear differential gear oil on the truck for Thanksgiving. Did oil changes at Halloween. What's the next holiday? Martin Luther King? I wonder what I'll be doing on which car. Maybe I'll do something on the bike.
I've got the fireplace packed with nice dry oak. It was 51* inside my well insulated house this morning, and about 27 outside. The blue oak is 2 years seasoned from my backyard and is burning great.
Haven't checked, maybe I will get lucky and it be easy to get to for me also.
Jim
South-Bound Interstate 280 @ Sand Hill Road to SR 82. California Highway Patrol car on the side of the road working LIDAR traffic enforcement. His speed sensor gun was pointed right at me. Speed limit is 65. I see 80 MPH on my speedometer. I blew past, took the exit ramp, and drove right into the Stanford Linear Accelerator Center. From inside of the fenceline, I saw the same Traffic Officer driving @ patrol speed, as if looking for my car to appear (pop up my head like a meerkat on Animal Planet).
Half an hour later, I'm imbibing an adult beverage, at P.F,. Chang's. I hear this voice behind me. "So that WAS you on the freeway!" Sounded familiar. I turn, and it's a little girl, in a Highway Patrol uniform. "I thought I could find you here, at the bar, and drinking before noon."
"I'm sorry. Do I know you? Take off those Ray Ban Aviators so that I can have a better look. I don't recognize you."
"5150, don't tell me that you're already drunk at this hour. Maybe you'll remember me after I handcuff you."
"I'm 5150. Not Kinky LeatherMan. I'm not drunk yet. But my memory will return with a few more. Care to join me?"
"5150, you really don't remember me? You brought me here once. In that same truck outside, which sped by my patrol car like I wasn't even there."
"Lola! I was only playing around. You look different dressed in that uniform. When did you become a State Trooper? How did you pass the drug test?"
Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl. With yellow feathers in her hair, and a dress cut down to there.
My Lola, now a cop, used to "dance" on a pole in a gentleman's club. Except I didn't know it until it was a little too late.
She used to live down the hall, and we ran into each in the laundry room. Back in those days, she had an old Japanese import. Her "check engine" light was on, O2 sensor was fouled, and she had a smog test. I replaced it for her. She offered to buy me dinner. I figured that since she was some kind of Asian, P.F. Chang's would be good.
Yikes! That is way too cold for me. It is 42 here as I type this, and although I have not been outside yet, I do have a 10am doctor's appointment to go to, so I will be freezing my petunias off shortly. Of course, I could take the Sienna, but then Rudolph my red nosed scooter (LOL) would be heart broken since I planned on taking it to the appointment.
The last winter I lived in Minnesota, we had a short stretch when it was -55°. Unless you have experienced that, it is impossible to describe. The first time I took my SO back to Minnesota to visit my folks in the winter, we arrived in Minneapolis with an OAT of -20°, plus 50 MPH winds. The wind chill was down near triple digit territory. She choked on the air when we stepped out of the terminal the first time. She NEVER wants to go back there in the winter again....
