Fill up the E39 this afternoon - it was showing 3/8ths of a tank. Driving home I realize the gauge is still showing 3/8ths. Lovely.
Get home, pull the back seat, go to open up the tank at the top, and what do I find? A very large and very occupied mouse nest. Once removed, I discover that the uninvited passengers had chewed through all of the wires to some extent, and one completely. So I spend the next little while repairing wires. Of course, to make sure, I popped the sending unit - quite full indeed, meaning the car interior now smells intensely of fuel.
Did I mention it was raining?
So how's your cursed Friday going?
So far I'm okay. A lady at work got up today at her condo and her car was gone.
Since Illinois stopped sending out plate sticker renewal cards to save money she forgot and ended up with expired plates. Her condo rules do not permit cars that are not up-to-date with registration so it got towed. $175 and then she has to get her sticker this weekend $105.00.
Ya know, it should also be part of the rules that the offender gets a phone call. I'd hate to spend that much money to live in a place that would do that to me and enjoy it.
I actually had a really productive day and things went well. Which means when I put my trunk lid back on tomorrow, the car will explode to make up for it. Or the rain we're supposed to get will be a foot of snow instead.
I had an uneventful day at work and the Bravada actually ran for once. So tomorrow's all day trailer lugging bonanza with all of like 10 minutes of planning time is going to be interesting.
Life happens every d a y. Burn it.
The wife surprised me with pumpkin pie for birthday breakfast.
A good friend had a baby girl this morning at 6am, so I get to share a birthday with her, which is awesome.
Had a low-key day at work.
Picked up the wife after work in Vancouver and caught an early showing of Captain America and then headed to Hillsboro to hang out with the baby.
My wife and I are looking forward to meeting our own little girl in about 6 weeks, so we're in full baby mode right now.
BTW, I was born on Friday the 13th and I've never seen it as "bad luck" or anything. It's just another day, unless it's my birthday, then it's pretty awesome!
After last time, I keep snap traps in the car. 2 in the passenger compartment, 1 in the trunk, haven't had a problem or caught any since then.
I spent a couple hours running in circles fixing the push mower, dropped the bowl on the brand new china carb (complete with hilarious grinder marks where the body used to say "made in japan"), sanded the rust off the flywheel magnet, then realized the fuel valve was screwed up and not letting enough flow through AND the spark plug was bad (who the berkeley puts a POS champion plug in a 80s Honda mower?). Gonna swap the shutoff guts from the old carb and get the proper NGK tomorrow.
Not bad at all. Slapped a new IACV in the P71 and it improved things much more than expected.
Fuel valve wasn't bad, it just operates backwards from the original one...
Woke up, threw up in the shower, was late to work because of that, and found that I had two major jobs that absolutely, positively had to go by the end of the day, with another one that needed to be disassembled for inspection so we could get parts ordered.
Whoever decided to stick a coolant tube over the bellhousing on a 4.2l Trailblazer was either an oblivious PHB or a sadistic a-hole, and I can't decide which. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is indistinguishable from malice. Anyway, I'd never done a trans in a Trailblazer before and that was an entertaining "learning experience" under a tight deadline.
Managed to take lunch at 4pm, mainly because my blood sugar was so low that my hands and face were going numb. But dammit that trans had to GO since she needed her vehicle for the weekend. (It did.) Ordered most of the menu at Taco Bell including some nachos and scarfed it all down in fifteen minutes.
Steamy.
My Friday the 13th was awesome. Blew off work, took the wife and the two dogs to the beach. The missus told me she'd bought me track time as a gift. Had a surprise dinner with some friends and a gigantic beer, and then followed with a party at some friends' house, with more beer, snacks, cake balls, and Archer reruns.
Really, a stand-out day by any possible measure.
