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Showing posts with label car. Show all posts
Showing posts with label car. Show all posts
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Thursday, April 3, 2008
At times like this I wish I were a man ...
One of the things I hate in life is car trouble. I know very little about cars. And to be honest, I don't really want to understand them. I just want to drive one. That works. I've been really diligent about regular maintenance on my Mazda because I paid it off a few years ago and am hoping it will last me a long time.
A couple weeks ago my car started stalling at stoplights. Then every time I stepped on the brake, even to turn a corner, my RPM's would go so low the car would be on the verge of dying. So I sucked it up at took it to the mechanic this morning as the problem was quite obviously getting worse.
I just got off the phone with the mechanic, and although I understood about 20% of what he said, here's what I got:
The main problem is the intake manifold ... something.
Then there is my axel leakage ... something.
And on top of that, some gasket cover ... something.
I tried to listen to details, but all I really heard was the total = $740.
I don't even know enough to know if I'm getting ripped off.
A couple weeks ago my car started stalling at stoplights. Then every time I stepped on the brake, even to turn a corner, my RPM's would go so low the car would be on the verge of dying. So I sucked it up at took it to the mechanic this morning as the problem was quite obviously getting worse.
I just got off the phone with the mechanic, and although I understood about 20% of what he said, here's what I got:
The main problem is the intake manifold ... something.
Then there is my axel leakage ... something.
And on top of that, some gasket cover ... something.
I tried to listen to details, but all I really heard was the total = $740.
I don't even know enough to know if I'm getting ripped off.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Chivalry Ain't Dead!
It's great to have a boss you can depend on.
Especially when that entails chivalrous duties outside the realm of the workplace such as rescuing damsels in distress. [And by damsels I mean me. And by distress I mean stranded on the side of the road in my car with no gas.]
This whole situation is rather embarrassing, seeing as I've had 13 solid years of not running out of gas. And seeing how my gas light had been on for several days. The gas light, however, is quite misleading, because it comes on when I have a quarter tank left. That's like five gallons which means I can drive for, like, 100 more miles. So I've always ignored the gas light and just watched the mileage to figure out when to fill up. So much for that technique.
As I was being so gallantly rescued by Tim tonight, I started thinking about how truly chivalrous he is. He always opens doors for women. He always walks on the street side of the sidewalk, closest to traffic. He always carries boxes, or pulls luggage, or picks up something that got dropped ... always tries to make life just a little easier for us. And it's ingrained in him. He doesn't even have to think about it. So even though I endlessly give him a hard time for treating us like fragile, helpless little daisies, in all reality, it's great to be looked out for. I never have to wonder if I'll be taken care of when Tim's around. And that's a great feeling of security.
I wish more men were like this. Truly chivalrous men are few and far between.
So ... thanks, Tim.
Especially when that entails chivalrous duties outside the realm of the workplace such as rescuing damsels in distress. [And by damsels I mean me. And by distress I mean stranded on the side of the road in my car with no gas.]
This whole situation is rather embarrassing, seeing as I've had 13 solid years of not running out of gas. And seeing how my gas light had been on for several days. The gas light, however, is quite misleading, because it comes on when I have a quarter tank left. That's like five gallons which means I can drive for, like, 100 more miles. So I've always ignored the gas light and just watched the mileage to figure out when to fill up. So much for that technique.
As I was being so gallantly rescued by Tim tonight, I started thinking about how truly chivalrous he is. He always opens doors for women. He always walks on the street side of the sidewalk, closest to traffic. He always carries boxes, or pulls luggage, or picks up something that got dropped ... always tries to make life just a little easier for us. And it's ingrained in him. He doesn't even have to think about it. So even though I endlessly give him a hard time for treating us like fragile, helpless little daisies, in all reality, it's great to be looked out for. I never have to wonder if I'll be taken care of when Tim's around. And that's a great feeling of security.
I wish more men were like this. Truly chivalrous men are few and far between.
So ... thanks, Tim.
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