(Note to self: Fingers have lots of nerves; stabbing yourself with a toothpick is painful both at the time and a day later. It was worth the pain though.)
family
Monday, August 29, 2011
shark attack!
(Note to self: Fingers have lots of nerves; stabbing yourself with a toothpick is painful both at the time and a day later. It was worth the pain though.)
Monday, August 1, 2011
Jack has problems
So the last time I got my oil changed, the mechanic mentioned that my radiator was cracked and should probably be replaced before it went out completely and messed up the engine. I was initially very cynical and figured they were just searching for problems so they could get my business and money. As it turns out, I should have listened (especially because I've found this particular shop to be honest with me in the past).
In talking to Brian after the oil change, we decided we should get a second opinion/estimate before going ahead and doing the work on the car. Well, time passed and I never made the time in my schedule to take it in to another mechanic.
That brings us to Sunday. Brian and I were driving home from dinner with a family in our ward (that's a story for another post). As we crossed over some railroad tracks, right behind another car, Brian noticed some smoke coming out of my engine. He asked about it, and I swore it must have been from the car in front of us. We kept driving, and he kept noticing little puffs from the engine as we got closer to home. I still wasn't convinced, but as we pulled into our parking lot, the smoke began to billow out from under the hood. We stopped the car, turned it off, and opened the hood, only to find that it wasn't actually smoke, but steam. (In some ways, that was a relief, because I was afraid I was also burning oil. My car, Jack, has had problems with that in the past, and my oil light actually came on recently. When I checked the oil just after I saw the light, there was literally nothing on the dipstick. Needless to say, I quickly added 2 quarts of oil and bought more when I got home.) That mechanic wasn't kidding when he said the radiator was cracked. I don't know what it looked like before, but it certainly wasn't intact when we took a look.
The view under the hood of my car. I honestly couldn't tell you what you're looking at,
except that I'm pretty sure the radiator is at the front.
This is a close-up view of the cracked radiator. I'm not sure what all that
pink goop is, and I don't know if I want to find out.
The radiator spewed steam for several minutes after the car was off. Brian said that as awful as it was, he was sort of mesmerized by how beautiful it looked. If it hadn't been my car, I probably would have seen more beauty in it too. ;)
Obviously, I didn't drive Jack to work today. Brian rode his bike and I took his car. Unfortunately, the shop is completely booked for tomorrow (my day off), so I won't be able to take it in until Wednesday. I guess that's fine because they have to get the part(s?) first, but it would be nice to get it fixed when I don't have anywhere to be. The good thing is that the shop is less than a mile from our house, and I don't work until Wednesday night. I'll drop it off at 8 AM and walk home from there - they said it should be done before I have to leave for work (3 at the latest). Here's hoping it's an "easy" fix and Jack will be back to normal.
In talking to Brian after the oil change, we decided we should get a second opinion/estimate before going ahead and doing the work on the car. Well, time passed and I never made the time in my schedule to take it in to another mechanic.
That brings us to Sunday. Brian and I were driving home from dinner with a family in our ward (that's a story for another post). As we crossed over some railroad tracks, right behind another car, Brian noticed some smoke coming out of my engine. He asked about it, and I swore it must have been from the car in front of us. We kept driving, and he kept noticing little puffs from the engine as we got closer to home. I still wasn't convinced, but as we pulled into our parking lot, the smoke began to billow out from under the hood. We stopped the car, turned it off, and opened the hood, only to find that it wasn't actually smoke, but steam. (In some ways, that was a relief, because I was afraid I was also burning oil. My car, Jack, has had problems with that in the past, and my oil light actually came on recently. When I checked the oil just after I saw the light, there was literally nothing on the dipstick. Needless to say, I quickly added 2 quarts of oil and bought more when I got home.) That mechanic wasn't kidding when he said the radiator was cracked. I don't know what it looked like before, but it certainly wasn't intact when we took a look.
The view under the hood of my car. I honestly couldn't tell you what you're looking at,except that I'm pretty sure the radiator is at the front.
This is a close-up view of the cracked radiator. I'm not sure what all thatpink goop is, and I don't know if I want to find out.
The radiator spewed steam for several minutes after the car was off. Brian said that as awful as it was, he was sort of mesmerized by how beautiful it looked. If it hadn't been my car, I probably would have seen more beauty in it too. ;)
Obviously, I didn't drive Jack to work today. Brian rode his bike and I took his car. Unfortunately, the shop is completely booked for tomorrow (my day off), so I won't be able to take it in until Wednesday. I guess that's fine because they have to get the part(s?) first, but it would be nice to get it fixed when I don't have anywhere to be. The good thing is that the shop is less than a mile from our house, and I don't work until Wednesday night. I'll drop it off at 8 AM and walk home from there - they said it should be done before I have to leave for work (3 at the latest). Here's hoping it's an "easy" fix and Jack will be back to normal.
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