Oh man, I'm beat to shit. It was a hell drive, but well worth it.
I was expecting a boring drive, but there were no boring parts. At all.
I set out yesterday afternoon in the Nissan Sentra. It's getting a bit long in the tooth, but is a great little car. 1600cc sixteen valve engine with variable valve timing, surprisingly peppy, but the CV axles are going away... more on that later.
It was pissing down rain the whole trip, just buckets and sheets and dogs and cats. The truckers on I-44 must be all jacked up on chickenshit bathtub crank, they drive like crack addled monkeys, throwing up these huge rooster tails of water, tailgating me, boxing me in, cutting me off, and here I am in this little white pill of a car.
I followed the turnpike to it's end, then I was in Missouri for 2.7 miles, then into Kansas. Took a wrong turn which added about 40 miles to the trip, but I eventually made it to find beck grilling in the rain:
We did our little deal, it was a good haul:
I got to meet the real Dirty Sanchez in person:
Then there was dinner!
Plus beverages and fun!
I napped for a couple hours and set out about 3:00 AM. I was hoping that the storm had gone past us, but it was just more of the same all the way home. The CV axles are just about toast and the engine used 2.5 quarts of oil to get home (that's 100 miles per quart). My theory is that the transmission shares oil with the engine, and the wobbling CV axles are beating the seals to shit and slinging oil. I'll blast the oil off at the car wash tomorrow see if I can tell where it's coming from.
Needless to say, I was really pleased to arrive safely back in East Goatfuck...
I was expecting a boring drive, but there were no boring parts. At all.
I set out yesterday afternoon in the Nissan Sentra. It's getting a bit long in the tooth, but is a great little car. 1600cc sixteen valve engine with variable valve timing, surprisingly peppy, but the CV axles are going away... more on that later.
It was pissing down rain the whole trip, just buckets and sheets and dogs and cats. The truckers on I-44 must be all jacked up on chickenshit bathtub crank, they drive like crack addled monkeys, throwing up these huge rooster tails of water, tailgating me, boxing me in, cutting me off, and here I am in this little white pill of a car.
I followed the turnpike to it's end, then I was in Missouri for 2.7 miles, then into Kansas. Took a wrong turn which added about 40 miles to the trip, but I eventually made it to find beck grilling in the rain:
We did our little deal, it was a good haul:
I got to meet the real Dirty Sanchez in person:
Then there was dinner!
Plus beverages and fun!
I napped for a couple hours and set out about 3:00 AM. I was hoping that the storm had gone past us, but it was just more of the same all the way home. The CV axles are just about toast and the engine used 2.5 quarts of oil to get home (that's 100 miles per quart). My theory is that the transmission shares oil with the engine, and the wobbling CV axles are beating the seals to shit and slinging oil. I'll blast the oil off at the car wash tomorrow see if I can tell where it's coming from.
Needless to say, I was really pleased to arrive safely back in East Goatfuck...
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I've been wanting a medium rare steak and a baked potato for weeks.