Well, I got the car back from the dealer. It cost me $130 overall for them to say, "We don't know what's going on." The mechanic said that ran it with diagnostics on and the computer recorded "thousands of misfires," but nothing else within the car seemed to wrong; it ran smoothly for a car with 130,000 miles on it and he was impressed that I'm still get 30MPG out of the sucker.
They reset the computer and told me to put a better quality of gas into it, along with gas cleaner. "Maybe the valves are just dirty. If they're not, you might need a head rebuild, but probably not. Not at 130,000 miles." Great. The Philips 76 next to the airport, the one closest to Norwescon, notorious for being obscenely expensive already, is at $3.83 a gallon. They also did the oil change and inspection, and even changed out the nitrogen in the tires for regular air. And they gave me a $20 break on labor costs even though I forgot to bring in the coupon.
(As an aside, did you hear Bush say yesterday, "If you're worried about three dollar gasoline," and when one of the reporters told him it was closer to $4, he said he'd heard it was high but not that it was getting that bad. Must be nice to have that motorcade. His spokesperson, Dana Perino, you know, the one who'd never heard of the Cuban Missile Crisis, insisted the President was in touch with reality. Thoth and Osiris, what kind of country do we have when a White House flack has to come out and insist to the press that the President is in touch with reality?)
This morning, though, Gladys The Goddess of Parking Spaces smiled upon me, giving me one of the five free parking spaces in front of my company offices. What luck! This is the second time I've gotten a free space in the five years I've been at this darned company. Admittedy, I drive only once or twice a week, but it feels like a blessing anyway.
(I fully expect to receive a nastygram from Ford Motors. The look and feel of a Ford is Ford's intellectual property, and they have asserted that showing a photo of your own car on your blog is a violation of their trademark.)
They reset the computer and told me to put a better quality of gas into it, along with gas cleaner. "Maybe the valves are just dirty. If they're not, you might need a head rebuild, but probably not. Not at 130,000 miles." Great. The Philips 76 next to the airport, the one closest to Norwescon, notorious for being obscenely expensive already, is at $3.83 a gallon. They also did the oil change and inspection, and even changed out the nitrogen in the tires for regular air. And they gave me a $20 break on labor costs even though I forgot to bring in the coupon.
(As an aside, did you hear Bush say yesterday, "If you're worried about three dollar gasoline," and when one of the reporters told him it was closer to $4, he said he'd heard it was high but not that it was getting that bad. Must be nice to have that motorcade. His spokesperson, Dana Perino, you know, the one who'd never heard of the Cuban Missile Crisis, insisted the President was in touch with reality. Thoth and Osiris, what kind of country do we have when a White House flack has to come out and insist to the press that the President is in touch with reality?)
This morning, though, Gladys The Goddess of Parking Spaces smiled upon me, giving me one of the five free parking spaces in front of my company offices. What luck! This is the second time I've gotten a free space in the five years I've been at this darned company. Admittedy, I drive only once or twice a week, but it feels like a blessing anyway.
(I fully expect to receive a nastygram from Ford Motors. The look and feel of a Ford is Ford's intellectual property, and they have asserted that showing a photo of your own car on your blog is a violation of their trademark.)