I’ve decided to dust of the old blog. I haven’t done anything remotely interesting, or worth writing about since, oh, umm, I think, April. Things are startign to pick up so here we are.
So here it is:
Last night I was preparing for my trip to Traverse City by checking the fluids in my car. I checked the oil, and sure enough, due to a slow leak, it was low. I filled her up and things were good. The whole entire trip north, I had a nagging feeling something was wrong. I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember putting the cap back on, you know, where the oil goes in, what ever it’s called.
I don’t have a radio in my car so the whole trip there was an argument going on in my head. Yeah, you put it on.
No.. I don’t know. I can’t remember.
Yeah, it’s on there.
I remember putting the oil in; I remember checking the oil again; I remember cleaning the funnel off; I remember putting the oil jug back in the truck, but I don’t remember putting the cap on.
Yeah. It’s on there. It has to be.
I really don’t know.
It’s was not as simple as just pulling over and looking, because and my car’s latch cable is stretched out and actually needs two people to open the hood.
So, onward ho! The whole approximately 200 miles.
Sure enough when I got there, I could definitely see the cap was not on without even opening the hood. There was oil dripping down the side of my right fender. Oops.
After finishing the job I went to do, I had to embarrass myself and ask one of the guys on-site to help me open my hood. Something I couldn’t do without telling him why I needed help with my car hood. DOH! He didn’t laugh too hard. Well, not to my face anyway.
In spite of the dumbassedness, and after a crash course of me teaching myself how to use a phone line tester (affectionately known as a “butt set”) the trip was a smashing success!
P.s. Where’d all my images go? <shrug>