I blew off work around 3 today to take my first break of the day and possibly to get some takeout. I took the 348 because I needed to blow of a massive amount of steam after a non-stellar week (so far). I skipped the food portion because the drive was spectacular up to that point. The sun finally came out, 70, light breeze, and a topless Italian singing in my ears. On my way back towards the house, I see a check engine light flicker and the car, which had been running beautifully up to that point, starts to run much less beautifully. Sound was off and the idle was nothing to idol. I made it home without the engine stalling, at least. Sigh. I’ll pull the code later and see if that gives me any hints. It’s on the other bank this time, so I’m going to start with cleaning all the connections on that side of the engine, sacrifice a peroni, and say a prayer in Roman Catholic, per my repair manual. Hopefully it’s something minor like last time. Old cars are the ultimate fuck bois. They’ll break your heart, clean out your wallet, and you will still text back right away. Every time. Oh well, all part of the adventure. Luckily his stigness smogged my car about a month ago so I do not have to worry about that. I owe him lunch and a positive review! Pictures not from today for your time:
