Yeah Yeah Yeah…I’m tired of all my car troubles as well

I was heading to a tee time on Sunday from Hayward.  I was on the San Mateo Bridge near the Toll Plaza.  I didn’t have my FastTrack transponder with me, so I was just going to go through the “Cash Only” lane (I know that I can still go through the FastTrack lane w/out the transponder, but for some reason I didn’t) so shifted to the right to file in behind the line of 30 cars also waiting to pay toll.  I come to a stop and I look in my rear view mirror and I see a white Honda Accord barreling down on me.  I brace myself for impact and “BANG!”.  My head bobbles forward, I look up in my rear view mirror to see who hit me and the guy behind me throws up his hands in disbelief as if were my fault.  Then I think the realization set in that we are all backed up and that he was at fault. 

There was another accident about 50 yards back w/ 2 CHP officers tending to another rear end collision.  One of the officers got in her cruiser and came and took my statement and I was in and out in a matter of 10 minutes. 

Good news…I esacaped relatively unscaved.

Bad news:

1. Keesh is kinda f’d up.  Needs a new rear bumper, muffler, trunk realignment, possibly some frame damage, etc.
2. My neck really hurts
3. I now have 2 outstanding claims on Keesh for a rear end collision. 
4. I am replacing One Putt’s  turbo, gaskets and hoses AND Keesh is going into the shop for repair and I will be stuck with a crappy rental.   

ARRRRGH….

Oh sweet reunion!!!

Poor One Putt....

I do my best to try to save the earth by investing a few thousand dollars into a semi eco-friendly car, only to find that my kind gestures and good will are repayed with headache and frustration.  One Putt is currently an environmental hazard!  A week ago, I noticed black smoke billowing behind me as I zipped North bound on 280.  Black smoke from the tail pipe means One Putt's diet was too fuel rich.  One Putt started to sputter and scream as if in terrible pain.  I eased up on the gas and drover her home knowing that I would have to take her to the doctors office the following day.  Monday, Cyn follows me in her car to the doctors office in Palo Alto and the next available appointment is June 22, 2007!  I explain the symptoms to the doctor and as an act of good will, the doctor hooked the Putster up to the computer to find out what her computer was saying was wrong.  The mechanic...err...doctor pulls me into the waiting room and hands me two sheets of paper with the following messages:
2 faults found
01039 - Coolant Temperature Sensor (G2)
     30-10 - Open or Short to Plus - Internittent
 
01176 - Key
     07-10 - Signal too Low - Intermittent
           07-10 - Signal too Low - Intermittent

Coolant Temperature Sensor?  HMMM...that seemed easy enough to fix.  Thinking about the symptoms, and the proposed fix, I realize that fixing the coolant sensor may fix the billowing black smoking coming fromt the tail pipe, but won't fix the screaming noise.  So, I drove One Putt to my parents house to get some rest till the doctorcan see her on June 22.  I ordered the parts to replace the temperature sensor.  A fix that SHOULD take 10 minutes ended up taking me 2 hours and didn't even stop the Puttster from smoking!!!!  Even though everything I did ended upnot fixing any of OnePutt's symptoms I had to take her for a test drive.  30 minutes and 20 miles later, I brought her back home...smoking and all.  I will have to leave this one up to the pros to figure out. 

I miss hearing the "chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga...." noise that all diesels make.  Hopefully, finding a cure for One Putt won't cost me an arm and a leg.  Crossing my fingers....

To whom it may concern....

Dear McAfee employee who steals MY weekly donut,

Please stop taking my donut.  I've been grabbing the same donut EVERY Thursday for the past 8 months, but have not had it for the past 2 weeks because of YOU!  So I kindly ask that you please leave my donut alone so that I may have something to look forward to on Thursdays.  Further theft of MY delectable morsel of deep fried sugary goodness will cause me to resort to drastic measures such as, but not limited to, (gulp) coming into work earlier to ensure that I get what I want or setting up my laptop in the kitchen and stocking the delivery guy as he enters the door with MY Thursday delight.  I've forced myself to try "another one", but while my mind says "Yes", my pallet says "No".  My heart knows that there can ONLY be one for me.  So I urge you to stop hijacking my donut before things get weird.

Kind Regards,

White Cake Donut w/ White Frosting and Sprinkles

Gimme a "Toot Toot..."

Toot...that's the sound of a fart. 

Now take that "toot" and place it over a porcelean bowl and it sounds more like "TOOOOT". 

Now take that porcelean bowl and place it into a relatively small public restroom and the "toot" sounds more like "PUUUUUUUBT!!". 

Now take that relatively small public restroom and place two female co-workers engaged in conversation (ones from your department) 5 feet away from the bathroom door and at the same exact moment you "PUUUUUUUUBT!!" have somebody open the bathroom door.  That's the embarassment I went through today!!!  <zoinks!>

I walk into the bathroom today to drop the kids off at the pool.  I walk past two co-workers gabbing it up outside of the restroom and walk directly to the single stall to take care of my bidness.  The coast is clear to let one rip and JUST as I let it go....somebody opens the door and walks into the bathroom.  I am pretty sure that it was loud enough for anybody w/in a 20 foot radius to hear.   

SOOOO Embarassing!!! 

Lesson learned...always toot w/ discression.