Friday, June 07, 2002

Finally! Exhaust has been kicked into place. Although space is STILL tight, it doesn't rub against tire or brake line nemore, so it will be good to drive around on, as long as I'm careful about the many potholes, speedbumps, and canyons that make up the streets of this town. Tomorrow I go to put the camaro back on my insurance, and when I get off work, I will pick her up and finally take her home. Patience, which has never been my best virtue when dealing with PEOPLE, has been sorely tested, but I see a light at the end of the tunnel. I now realize why most of the older carnuts and mechanics I knew were so truculent and irritable all the time. It's all the B.S. one goes thru when havin to deal with people that have no clue....What makes it all the worse is that keepin your car runnin seems to be an art, not a science, and everyone has a diffrent opinion on everything. That in itself would be cool, if I could actually get opinions from people that know what they're doin. My "buddy" has been showing bit by bit, that he doesnt know what he's doin. It's not that I don't appreciate his help, (he does have a knack for rusty front shocks) but dammit, I'm gettin tired of him fiddling with somethin for five minutes, given up and wonderin off, then tellin me I need to hurry and get my car out so he can get his 3rd non working car towed home. I'm still kikn myself in the butt, cause he argued ME into bringing it there in the first place, and now all I hear is bitchin..."What did I talk myself into?" "Is it done yet?" "We need to hurry up and get this outta here" Jesus Christ, I will NEVER depend on neone for help AGAIN. If I can't figure it out myself, fuk it. Can u tell I've been a bit frustrated? I mean, I've BEEN wantin the damn car back home, but I don't bitch about in incessently every day. This man's brother has been a godsend, cause if he hadn't been around, I would have been proper fukd, and know I woulda been payin several hundred to get the damn leafsprings in. If I wanted someone to fuck up my car, shrug and say "when are u takin it home?" I coulda gone to the local votech or something.

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