Here’s a tip: after you’ve put oil in your car, put the cap back on. Here’s another one: if you are forced to drive a truck that is the size of Rosie O’Donnell, try to avoid any vehicles that will give you road rage.
Yeah, I left the cap off my oil. It took a couple days before the engine froze; but when it finally did I realized what I had done. A new 3.0 V6 engine for a 1994 Chrysler LeBaron is $1999. I got one for $400. Hope it works. It’s also gonna ba another $800+ to put it in.
So in the meantime I’m driving my brother’s Dodge Dakota with an extended cab and an 8 foot bed. This truck is what he and his wife normally reserve for hauling pygmy goats to fairs, but I get the pleasure of using it until my car is good to go.
It’s kind of cool to drive because I know that if anybody pisses me off, I can just bump into them and they’ll be knocked off the rode, most likely upside-down, with a spec of blue paint on the point of contact.
But this thought also leads to temptation-I wanna knock everybody off the damn road. Especially that 50 year old lady who wouldn’t let me on the interstate. And the guy who just HAD to speed up so that I couldn’t get into the left lane to pass the semi that was going 55 on the interstate.
This is all bearable, but the smell really isn’t. It’s more of a self-conscious thing-I’ve grown up around goats so I’m used to it, but when I pull up to my parking place at my job and people are standing outside smoking, I jsut wonder if they get a whiff of it. I’m also a bit paranoid that the odor will cling to me as I walk inside.
Oh well, at least I got something to drive.
