...goddamn radiator... 
Today started off well enough. I found a dozen eggs in my fridge that were, well, expired but still good, so I decreed to myself I would make something with them. I ended up making a cake and two kinds of cookies.
Sweet.
By this time, it was well past the time I had set to begin my journey to central OH for tubing, so I got myself all dolled-up lickety-split, downloaded the directions, headed out to the Blazer to go--
...nowhere.
Yep, a green puddle did meet my eyes upon stepping off the porch. I figured it was that damn water neck again (random leak that fixed itself six months ago), so I looked. Nope, not the neck, not any of the hoses, so therefore it must be the radiator! There was indeed a little rivulet near a tank seam, so I figured this should be a relatively easy fix. After all, I've soldered every single radiator in every single vehicle I have owned (except the S10), so this is old hat to me. Cakewalk, I say.
{Ed.--Yep. Cakewalk. Those who have read this journal for a while know exactly what happens when I utter either that word or any one of its synonyms. This was around four PM. Fast forward to seven.}
For the past three hours, I have been chasing leaks & pinholes in this goddamn piece of brass. I tried dropping one of Faithful Steed's radiators in the Blazer, but the cushions are too far apart to support it properly. Shortly after seven, I call Tikki to verify I'd arrive at his house around the same time everyone else would be returning from tubing. I tell him I'm going to give it one more try before I kick that damn thing through a wall.
Well, it is now 8:45. I failed. The radiator still leaks, I'm out of solder, and I'm slowly regaining the circulation in my bones.
You know, I often say my vehicles have never left me stranded. This is mostly true. 95% of the time, my vehicles break down before I go anywhere, not while I'm going there. As for the remaining 5%--with the exception of the engine mishap with Faithful Steed this past June and the two transmission mishaps with the S10--I have always been within walking/coasting distance of my destination and/or am able to fix the mishap within the day--usually within the hour.
Today started off well enough. I found a dozen eggs in my fridge that were, well, expired but still good, so I decreed to myself I would make something with them. I ended up making a cake and two kinds of cookies.
Sweet.
By this time, it was well past the time I had set to begin my journey to central OH for tubing, so I got myself all dolled-up lickety-split, downloaded the directions, headed out to the Blazer to go--
...nowhere.
Yep, a green puddle did meet my eyes upon stepping off the porch. I figured it was that damn water neck again (random leak that fixed itself six months ago), so I looked. Nope, not the neck, not any of the hoses, so therefore it must be the radiator! There was indeed a little rivulet near a tank seam, so I figured this should be a relatively easy fix. After all, I've soldered every single radiator in every single vehicle I have owned (except the S10), so this is old hat to me. Cakewalk, I say.
{Ed.--Yep. Cakewalk. Those who have read this journal for a while know exactly what happens when I utter either that word or any one of its synonyms. This was around four PM. Fast forward to seven.}
For the past three hours, I have been chasing leaks & pinholes in this goddamn piece of brass. I tried dropping one of Faithful Steed's radiators in the Blazer, but the cushions are too far apart to support it properly. Shortly after seven, I call Tikki to verify I'd arrive at his house around the same time everyone else would be returning from tubing. I tell him I'm going to give it one more try before I kick that damn thing through a wall.
Well, it is now 8:45. I failed. The radiator still leaks, I'm out of solder, and I'm slowly regaining the circulation in my bones.
You know, I often say my vehicles have never left me stranded. This is mostly true. 95% of the time, my vehicles break down before I go anywhere, not while I'm going there. As for the remaining 5%--with the exception of the engine mishap with Faithful Steed this past June and the two transmission mishaps with the S10--I have always been within walking/coasting distance of my destination and/or am able to fix the mishap within the day--usually within the hour.
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bleeder:
Well, I just bought all the items necessary to tune up my car and change the oil. I only ended up spending around $83. Way cheaper than taking it into a shop!
zombie_nirbhao:
I'm taking a three day vacation next week. I'm leaving my computer at home.