Home Again, Home Again
04/29/08 07:38 PM | Permalink
Home? But Dad?! I was just playing with these EuroSupercars.
Four Hundred Sixty Dollars and Ninety-two cents. That is what it takes to replace the hydraulic clutch slave sensor, and the belts and hoses of a 1986 BMW 535i that you had towed in for just such a job.
Yesterday before after work... I had to leave work early to get to Black Forrest Motors before 5:30 when they lock the doors. Jenni was with me to drive the C-Car after I got behind the wheel of the BFB, a quick stop at the gasum-up and then home and to the bay that is better and nicer since the last time the Blue monstrosity was there. The ride was nice and the car is happy to be home.
I think I have figured out how the gas leak got into the tank of the Bimmer. With premium gas being at least 20 cents per gallon more than regular you can see the need to fix this as soon as possible. Did I ever mention that theses high spirited Bimmers require Premium to run their high performance in-line sixes? To that end I stopped at Auto-Zone last night and bought some JB Weld compound to patch the holle(s) in the petrol tank. The previous owner had a 6 disc CD changer put into the trunk, it never worked since I've had the car so while detailing the car, and putting the new tail light assemblies in I removed the thing. There were two big metal screws holding down each end and when I removed them I immediately got the fresh odor of petrol in the trunk compartment.
Chuck Pace ©2008
Broken Record
So last night after work... Like so many Mondays it was time to go see DeAnne and Nicci. Mike Wilson decided to make a semi-rare appearance, and Meredith's best Indy bud Jessica Lipman made and even rarer showing. John David who went to the eye Dr. made his usual late arrival, Mel, Rich, Kay, Monica, Jody F., Chris West and Mary Ann Beuke were already there when I got there in the C-car with Jenni who had to be Enterprised (We Pick You Up) to the spot since it was raining. Other than catching up with Jessica a bit the evenings entertainment was back to back episodes of Cash Cab on the bar's LCD TV. Rich told a harrowing tale of Manure towing and swapping ends on highway 36 when the overloaded trailer jackknifed and spun he and JD around 180 in the middle of the road. Manure maneuver '08 ended with out to much stuff hitting the fan and in the end only a wheel-barrel's worth of horse hockey hit the highway. The rest of the ride Rich kept the scat from scattering by keeping the Jeep under 35 mph.
So last night after the Chatterbox... Having seen Frankton alum Nicci H. for a brief moment at the box, and Meredith's best Jr. and Sr. High School friend I though I would call Dwaine Jackson,
my best friend from my Frankton School years. It has been over a dozen years since we talked, well over . I didn't know that he had 16 and 13 year old daughters. I talked to his mother last October and got a phone number and address (which turns out to be someone else's address not her son's) so I phoned. We caught up a bit, and I asked if he was going to our 30th anniversary class reunion. He said he had not talked to Les Hiatt (the class of '78 prez) but had seen he had called a couple of times. I said if he didn't go I had no reason to, and we'd have to catch up on our own some time. We talked a while longer and then I got back to cleaning the garage. I took two huge garden size bags of detritus out to the curb for todays garbage p/u.
All of this garden variety garage glamorization is for the return of the Blue Frankenstein from Black Forrest Motors. The BFB will have it's bed back and to put the convertible out in the driveway, Ya Vol!
Well the hour is nigh that I have to ride the roads to gainful employ and earn enough money to house and feed (fuel) the four wheeled wonders in and about the garage de World HQ. Ciao Kiddies, and welcome to the newest -Thoughtpukes- readers the Dwaine Jackson Family.
Chuck Pace ©2008
So last night after the Chatterbox... Having seen Frankton alum Nicci H. for a brief moment at the box, and Meredith's best Jr. and Sr. High School friend I though I would call Dwaine Jackson,
All of this garden variety garage glamorization is for the return of the Blue Frankenstein from Black Forrest Motors. The BFB will have it's bed back and to put the convertible out in the driveway, Ya Vol!
Well the hour is nigh that I have to ride the roads to gainful employ and earn enough money to house and feed (fuel) the four wheeled wonders in and about the garage de World HQ. Ciao Kiddies, and welcome to the newest -Thoughtpukes- readers the Dwaine Jackson Family.
Chuck Pace ©2008
Maintenance
04/27/08 08:20 AM | Projectile | Permalink
Clutch Time, time for a check-up.
Thursday: So I had Thursday off, which means I was crazy busy Thursday. Crazy being the operant word for some of you I'm sure. None the less I was busy. I had to stop at the bank. I had to run downtown to take my bride to lunch in the open air ride during the mid 70's weather we were enjoying. I had to get a terrible sunburn souring the days exercise. I also went to Ress Motor works, a BMW specialist at 724 N. Capital Ave. after John Gentry recommended them for my BMW needs. I got there and met Fred, who was detailing his beautiful early 70's 2002 tii. He told me he would not be able to help me. He said he just doesn't want to work on those old cars. That the oldest he will take in now is 1995s so even if I had not killed the Mädchen, he would not have worked on her. I then drove to Black Forrest Motors who used to work on my Mädchen and have no qualms about tightening the "neck" bolts on the Blue Frankenstein Bimmer. I arranged to have the BFB towed to BFM to find out what the bfd was with the hydraulic clutch. After the tow guy left I decided to try to get some of the tar off the white skirts of the Convertible. So it got its first hand bath. All this fun in the sun led to some pretty bad burns on my arms. When I wasn't in the sun I was in the garage, at least until Jenni came home. Then it was time for Smallville and later on Lost (with another Buffy episode in between). That is how my Thursday came and went and I slept well even with the burns, I was beat.
Friday: Another beautiful 70's day. Another day driving with top down, a day with SPF 20 on the arms and SPF 15 on the noggin. The convertible spent the night in the garage bay where the BFB should be sleeping, but since it is in for a check-up the 'vert slept in the BFB's bed. Friday was another good day for all three of us, Jenni the C-car and me. After work, while Jenni was in the convertible running errands I again puttered in the garage, making more room and getting rid of things that no longer mattered to the Pace family in the long run. We free-cycled the old truck rims and two good tires on Friday, on Thursday we did the same with the mag rims from Meredith's Avenger that was being traded in on her first ever brand new car.
Down in Florida where the weather is fine, Meredith was haggling with a Dodge dealership over two cars. A 2007 Black Caliber SXT loaded with only 40 miles on it, or a Base 2008 which would qualify for the family "green-slip" employee discount since my Father (ergo Meredith's Grandfather) worked for Chrysler for 20 some years. She got the '07 for less and is already happier with the choice. Last night she called us and gave a rundown on all the things this car does. It is very cool. I said it must be weird not feeling or hearing any shifts since the CVT2 transmission is seamless in its shifts, and power levels just build without any surges. She said that from 40 to 65 on the highway is amazing. I can't wait to get down there in May and drive her new baby. She will no doubt want to take a spin in the convertible too.
So back the the BFB for a bit. I got a call from BFM and they said it was a clutch cylinder slave unit that was leaking and that the part is on its way. With labor, re-pressurization of the clutch system and also replacing all the belts up front my bill is $450.00 and I can pick it up on Tuesday.
Isn't that beautiful? Hey the trees are blooming too!
Saturday In the Park: It must have been the 26th of April. It was cold in the morning, I wimped out and pulled over and raised the top after a couple of miles. That's when it became apparent that I was blinded by my clear view in the open air...
What! you say? That makes less sense than the usual Chuck invectives we all know and love (to ignore). I know invective means violent abusive language, but using this as an example also reiterates my example in the first place, I chose invective to mean violent abuse of language on my part. So if you are not totally lost by now follow me to the brink and we'll use the GPS unit to get home, mmmkay?
...With the side windows up for the first time in daylight I realized that I had not ever cleaned them and they were filthy. Especially the passenger door window. I have to assume that a large shaggy white dog or an abominable snowman (Yeti if you, will) with a head cold had been pressing up against the glass in the cars last incarnation. (See: Wild Aside Thoughts at end of post ). Did you go to the end or are you waiting it out? Your choice completely, I grant you free will. ... You're welcome.
So anyway by Saturday noon the weather and temperature were much better, so with the top again in the stowed position I went to lunch. For lunch I popped over to Garfield Park after hitting the Rally's at East and Troy (there was no damage since I actually just used the drive-up window and hit nothing, I repeat I hit nothing). So anyway again... I had window cleaner and paper towels in the trunk for just such an eventuality and after consuming my 2 for $4.00 burgers I put the top up and cleaned the windows (the rear one is glass and I had to have the top up to do it).
When the day was done for camera dispersal I once again doffed the canvas and open aired my way back to the World HQ. Where once again I tried to make the garage a better home for which ever car was sitting in the open bay. Be they Bimmer or Convertible Chryco. It is working too, with the free cycle and the efforts the spaces are opening up and the trash bags are filling up.
Sunday: Today I have to finish tech-editing my next "For Dummies book, the Nikon D60, once again brilliantly explained and simplified by Julie King. So no fun in the sun or garage until I have done my "real home-work".
Chuck Pace ©2008
Wild Aside Thought #1: Yeti are probably just terribly introverted, I don't think seclusion and privacy are in themselves abominations? Now maybe if the Snowman was in fact the Yeti-Uni-Bomber, but ...
Wild Aside Thought #2: If you finish your milk and your glass automatically refills are you drinking ReinCarnation Instant Milk?
Re-Entry & Mixed Blessings
Transitions are always difficult. Some more so that others but all have compromise and/or acclimation to deal with. That is as true when returning from a great vacation as it is when returning from a really crappy one. I have done both, I know. This last vacation was spectacular. There were no really bad moments. There were no arguments with my copilot through this vacation. There were few decisions that were not met equally with approval or disapproval during the trip. But there were other factors to be weighed. It has been a week since the final day of the trip and I have not kept up on the post. Other things have been in play. Very serious things and not all of them really my place to remark on, or embellish on much.
Several weeks before the trip got under way, not long after the death of the Madchen in fact. Jenni and I were awaiting the insurance check, and looking for a replacement vehicle when one presented itself to us as a future option. The date of the option was left in the air, and we decided to use some of our insurance money to rebuild the Blue Frankenstein since it's future could be more easily tracked than our own. Then there was vacations, which were already scheduled in early January (the 3rd as I remember). So my plans were altered with the death of my beloved Bimmer but the goals were not changed much.
Option exorcised. After the death of the Bimmer, Jenni's friend and boss Rebecca asked if we wanted to buy her father's convertible. We said yes, why yes indeed. The stipulation was that we could not drive it away until after he finally succumbed to the lung cancer that was bound to lay him low sooner than later. We made arrangements, deposits, got title, and time marched on.
We arrived in Dodgeville Wisconsin on Monday the 14th, the next night after a fun day of House on the Rock frolic and a great dinner at "The Shed" in Spring Green we returned to the Inn and had Whirlpool Hot/Tub bath and relaxation, that night Rebecca called and said well you can come get the Convertible. Her father, David Rasp had indeed lost his battle with the big C and the car awaited our return and a decent scheduled time to bring it to its new home. With all the things involved in the passing of a loved one many things took precedence over the turning over of the keys and such, so we waited until Tuesday, and then after jump starting the car brought it to its new home.
I have no name for the Sebring Convertible. It is a fine and beautiful thing, and I will cherish it forever. Sad though it is how it came into our life, we will make it a tribute and an honor to the man who owned it before us.
The New Convertible, It shall "live long and prosper" in my care.
Chuck Pace ©2008
Several weeks before the trip got under way, not long after the death of the Madchen in fact. Jenni and I were awaiting the insurance check, and looking for a replacement vehicle when one presented itself to us as a future option. The date of the option was left in the air, and we decided to use some of our insurance money to rebuild the Blue Frankenstein since it's future could be more easily tracked than our own. Then there was vacations, which were already scheduled in early January (the 3rd as I remember). So my plans were altered with the death of my beloved Bimmer but the goals were not changed much.
We arrived in Dodgeville Wisconsin on Monday the 14th, the next night after a fun day of House on the Rock frolic and a great dinner at "The Shed" in Spring Green we returned to the Inn and had Whirlpool Hot/Tub bath and relaxation, that night Rebecca called and said well you can come get the Convertible. Her father, David Rasp had indeed lost his battle with the big C and the car awaited our return and a decent scheduled time to bring it to its new home. With all the things involved in the passing of a loved one many things took precedence over the turning over of the keys and such, so we waited until Tuesday, and then after jump starting the car brought it to its new home.
I have no name for the Sebring Convertible. It is a fine and beautiful thing, and I will cherish it forever. Sad though it is how it came into our life, we will make it a tribute and an honor to the man who owned it before us.
The New Convertible, It shall "live long and prosper" in my care.
Chuck Pace ©2008
Pleading the Fifth
Friday. The fifth and final day of the road trip. What stays in Michigan probably happens in Michigan. We only happened to drive through it from the southern reaches of the U.P. all they way over to the glove and down. From Benton Harbor we shot East South East on M31 until we got to Niles, at Niles we got onto M12.
Lunkers in Niles Michigan, what else need be said?
In Niles I pulled into the parking lot of Lunkers to get a photo of their sign. We entered Indiana 10 miles past Christiana Lake and Adamsville turning south off of M12 onto M131 which became Highway 15 in Indiana from there we ventured South and East until we got to highway 5 and took it into Shipshewana and Amish country. After buying some grass feed beef products we continued South until Ligonier where we grabbed 33 and went SE on it until highway 9. At Columbia City we darted over to Ft. Wayne on 30 then grabbed I-69 down to our next stop. 717 N. Capitol Ave. in Indianapolis to pick up Charlie from the Tender Loving Pets Doggy Day Care.
These original 1HP jalopies own the roads in Shipshewana
Home with Charlie I unpacked the rental for the last time. It was obvious that his eye sight had degraded even more in the 5 days since he was dropped off. He ran into a lot of things in the yard, and even into Jenni's leg once. After the unpacking was done I called the store to see if I had packages there, Rich had two waiting for me so we agreed to meet up at the Chatterbox for a parts transfer. We also had jumper cables for another mission that didn't happen yesterday. That story will have it telling in due time.
I got my replacement center console. I got my rubber isolator boot for the shifter and the grommets for my trunk emblem while I was away playing. Plus in the mailbox at the house I got my center cap stickers for the Blue Frankensteins wheels (but they were the wrong size ones, so I have to contact the e-bay guy I got them from for a correction of order). After the Chatterbox Jenni went to the store so it was time to play in the garage again. I replaced the isolator boot and cleaned parts and when Jenni got home (at just after 9) she gave me automobile detailing toys and carpet cleaner (which works really well). So I cleaned carpets and parts and prepared for Saturday when I could begin putting the interior back together.
Chuck Pace © 2008
Lunkers in Niles Michigan, what else need be said?
In Niles I pulled into the parking lot of Lunkers to get a photo of their sign. We entered Indiana 10 miles past Christiana Lake and Adamsville turning south off of M12 onto M131 which became Highway 15 in Indiana from there we ventured South and East until we got to highway 5 and took it into Shipshewana and Amish country. After buying some grass feed beef products we continued South until Ligonier where we grabbed 33 and went SE on it until highway 9. At Columbia City we darted over to Ft. Wayne on 30 then grabbed I-69 down to our next stop. 717 N. Capitol Ave. in Indianapolis to pick up Charlie from the Tender Loving Pets Doggy Day Care.
These original 1HP jalopies own the roads in Shipshewana
Home with Charlie I unpacked the rental for the last time. It was obvious that his eye sight had degraded even more in the 5 days since he was dropped off. He ran into a lot of things in the yard, and even into Jenni's leg once. After the unpacking was done I called the store to see if I had packages there, Rich had two waiting for me so we agreed to meet up at the Chatterbox for a parts transfer. We also had jumper cables for another mission that didn't happen yesterday. That story will have it telling in due time.
I got my replacement center console. I got my rubber isolator boot for the shifter and the grommets for my trunk emblem while I was away playing. Plus in the mailbox at the house I got my center cap stickers for the Blue Frankensteins wheels (but they were the wrong size ones, so I have to contact the e-bay guy I got them from for a correction of order). After the Chatterbox Jenni went to the store so it was time to play in the garage again. I replaced the isolator boot and cleaned parts and when Jenni got home (at just after 9) she gave me automobile detailing toys and carpet cleaner (which works really well). So I cleaned carpets and parts and prepared for Saturday when I could begin putting the interior back together.
Chuck Pace © 2008
Conclusion? Four Gone
We left Green Bay with smiles on both our faces (mine so prominent that it kept spilling over onto Jenni's). My next destination Manistique Michigan in the Upper Peninsula. We got there after 10:00 so the sidewalks were already rolled up and put away. But the point was to get inside the U.P. and sleep which the Econo Lodge allowed to do. The next morning it was up with a crack (and a pop and a few groans too). Packing the car back with all of our stuff it was time for a pleasant drive to White Fish Point, where there be a Shipwreck Museum. White Fish Point is horn of land jutting out into Lake Superior. There is a lighthouse there, and The Great Lakes Museum. The Museum officially opens on May 1st, but there is an appointment only routine that we tried to rig using Aldiss Lamps, Semaphore and Cell Phones. I would leave a message. They would reply that they got the message. Jenni would leave a message. My new I-Phone worked well everywhere but the upper reaches of the U.P., Jenni's sprint phone didn't work well at all and 90% of the trip she was roaming. Neither of our phones were working when we reached W.F. Point, there were workmen repairing sidewalks, and people at the Coast Guard Station, but the Museum itself seemed closed. We never heard if our 'by appointment' tour was granted, and so we just
walked out to the beach and gathered Superior Tumbled stones of unimaginable beauty. The wind was blowing at about 30 knots, the temperature on the Point was just under 40° and the breakers off the beach were frozen snow-mounds covered with wind blown sand. After we were blown and stoned enough we traipsed back to the rental car (mercifully black and sitting in full, sun) where we sat looking long lingering looks at the closed Museum.
Jenni Looks South East Towards "The Glove" of Michigan.
So we did the logical thing. We told Karen (our Aussie sheela, GPS guide) to takes us to Mackinaw City. She was guiding us along the way, giving useful driving info after we had traveled about 70 miles, and made one or two turns Jenni considered suspect, I pulled over and had a talk with Karen about her choices. The avoidance's tab for toll-roads had been checked, so she was sending us all the way to Indiana and around the non toll roads and back up the other side of the lake to get to Mackinaw since the bridges is a toll affair. I unchecked the tab and she recalculated the way in her automated best.
It was during this come to Jay-Suss meeting with Karen that I also got the message from Jennifer at Whit Fish Point some 70 miles (and 85 minutes) to our rear that someone would indeed be there at the Lighthouse to take us in for our appointment tour of the museum at 12:00. Here is where I say that I timed the drive perfectly and we turned the car off at The Point at 12:01. So I got my first two disappointments all in the same 90 minute period of my vacation. The long detour, and the missed Museum moments. We did not turn back.
Four Studies of low-tide backwaters on a Lake Michigan Beach.
Highway 2 runs right along Lake Michigan, and afforded us some lovely views and just 8 miles south of Epoufette we stopped at a rest stop and walked the beach where I took the series of shots of the water on the beach and The Missus looking out to the water that adorn this litany of words.
Once we got our saucy Aussie guide to see the light of reason Mackinaw Bridge was a breeze (22 knots worth). Next was a jaunt through Petoskey, (which didn't rock) and a long drive down to Benton Harbor for the night. A stop at the Wal*Mart for a new nightgown for Jenni and some ice for our cooler, another at the Steak and Shake for evening meal and we were up to the third floor of the Comfort Inn Sites for the night. Day for ended like it began, packing and unpacking.
Chuck Pace © 2008
Vacation... On 3!!!
So when I conceived the idea of a Mystery Vacation in Wisconsin I had the trip to Lambeau field added in from the beginning.
That is where we went on the third day of the trip. I took a photo of the much larger than life statue of Vince Lombardi. I wiped the tears of awe from the corners of my eyes. I felt almost like a religious zealot going to the Holy Lands. This was my shrine, my beginnings. I spent $62.00 in the pro shop, but had to pass on my first sports hero's $265.00 jersey. I took pictures.
Chuck Pace © 2008
The House Rocks
Alex Jordan's Infinity room from ground level looking up.
Side view of Taliesin from Iowa County Rd C.
We also stopped and voyeured some Frank Lloyd Wright houses onto digital memory cards through the modern technologies. The former home of Mr. Wright "Taliesin" is just 6 miles or so from The HOTR, plus there is The School House, and another FLW house all around the curve of highway 23 heading into Spring Green. The Frank Lloyd Wright visiter center and restaurant just west of Taliesin by 2/10ths of a mile was not open for the season, and there were no tours of the houses either, but they are still accessible from the side of the road. So day two of the no longer a mystery Mystery Vacation was a rousing success.
Three Quarter view of Taliesin.
So after that we headed north and east to...
...my next post.
Chuck Pace © 2008
Welcome to Wisconsin
We didn't' leave Indy until just after noon. The drive out of town through site after cite of construction was the worst part of the trip.
The drive itself provided not one unwelcome surprise. The weather was wonderful and the sky was filled with fluffy dumpling clouds in a lovely azure broth as far as the eye could see in all directions. When we left Illinois for the Dairy State I had to pull over and get a picture. Of course there is a dairy farm in the photo what else.
After de-trunking the baggage (not Jenni, she was my copilot), we ran over to the local Wal*Mart to get sundries and bathing suits (I forgot to pack mine, and Jenni has lost enough weight to not have a suitable suit) then ti Culver's for dinner.
After that it was time to find the HOTR itself. Of course it was closed but I wanted to see where it was none the less. 7.6 miles from my temporary bed is the gate proper. We stopped and took pictures of the Dragons guarding the entrance until sunrise. Now it is 9:00 AM and the attraction is open. It is time to head those 7.6 miles and step into a world not our own.
Chuck Pace © 2008
Grilling
04/13/08 12:41 PM | Projectile | Permalink
Thursday I got the Bimmer back on the road. There is still more to be done. Tons more. I have ordered parts from Bavarian Autosports (a company that advertises in the BMW CCA magazine Roundel) which will show up at Roberts while Jenni I are on the mystery vacation. Also arriving at Roberts while we are out, a replacement center console (to replace the groaty one that was there) and wheel center cap logos to replace the faded ones on the wheels now.
Of the parts I've already received; there is the replacement tool kit for the trunk, a trunk emblem, a coin holder, right and left tail light assemblies (complete), a complete front grill assembly on three pieces. In all 8 auctions on e-bay and one bav-auto order. The car is coming along.
I drove it to work on Saturday, sort of a shimmy shake down cruise.
Sunday I armored alle th e grill parts and installed them.
Sunday was a good day.
P.S. After the vacation and I will have added the photos that goes with this post!
Chuck Pace © 2008
Of the parts I've already received; there is the replacement tool kit for the trunk, a trunk emblem, a coin holder, right and left tail light assemblies (complete), a complete front grill assembly on three pieces. In all 8 auctions on e-bay and one bav-auto order. The car is coming along.
I drove it to work on Saturday, sort of a shimmy shake down cruise.
Sunday I armored alle th e grill parts and installed them.
Sunday was a good day.
P.S. After the vacation and I will have added the photos that goes with this post!
Chuck Pace © 2008
Rolling Thunder
04/10/08 10:58 PM | Projectile | Permalink
As I sit here at the World HQ the weather outside is vicious. For the last half hour the thunder had been a constant soundtrack, and at times not back-ground music either I might add. Today was my last day off before my vacation. I work Saturday and them I am off like a shot. It is mystery Vacation Time again. I have laid the ground work. We have found a kennel for Charlie and a rental car is reserved for the means to the End (and Back).
Today was a most rewarding and busy day. I got up as if I were driving to work but I of course would have to be a fool to do that on my day off. Instead I took Charlie to the Doggy Daycare @ 717 Capitol Ave for a acclimation visit. Then I drove to the Beech Grove License Branch to plate the Blue Frankenstein Bimmer (I thought what better than Colts plates). Then on the way home I stopped in at Ralph's Muffler shop on E Washington to ask what they would charge to hang my exhaust system i got from Clark's Classic Cars two week's ago. The price was right and the time estimate was appealing. I still had to go get breakfast, stop at the bank, go home and put the muffler and exhaust pipes in the BFB, put the plates on the BFB, call the insurance company and add the BFB back to our coverage and drive back to Ralph's. By the time I got back there, 11:45 they had a few people in front of me and I would have to wait longer than the estimated hour.
Wait I did, I had a book and they had a TV. That took some of the sting out of waiting. Still it was a lot of seat time, but at 2: 20 the BFB was finally in the bay. I rolled out of there quietly at 3:00 PM. So the weather is making up for my arrival at Ralph's. I was rolling Thunder on the way in, but tip toed out. Another stop at O'Reilly's for wiper blades, since the rains had started while the BFB was in the bay, (and my old ones were frayed and rotting). Finally when I made it home, one of my first E-Bay packages was waiting in the mailbox. I played in the garage near the BFB for a bit and drank a perfect half'n'half, then it was inside for more chore elimination, which turned into a nap and two episodes of Buffy when Jenni got home.
Chuck Pace © 2008
Today was a most rewarding and busy day. I got up as if I were driving to work but I of course would have to be a fool to do that on my day off. Instead I took Charlie to the Doggy Daycare @ 717 Capitol Ave for a acclimation visit. Then I drove to the Beech Grove License Branch to plate the Blue Frankenstein Bimmer (I thought what better than Colts plates). Then on the way home I stopped in at Ralph's Muffler shop on E Washington to ask what they would charge to hang my exhaust system i got from Clark's Classic Cars two week's ago. The price was right and the time estimate was appealing. I still had to go get breakfast, stop at the bank, go home and put the muffler and exhaust pipes in the BFB, put the plates on the BFB, call the insurance company and add the BFB back to our coverage and drive back to Ralph's. By the time I got back there, 11:45 they had a few people in front of me and I would have to wait longer than the estimated hour. Chuck Pace © 2008
Pinned down.
I will be at the lanes next Friday for the "Payout" and again in two weeks for the Sunday Payout and banquet as well, other than that maybe a time or two for Cosmic Bowling or something before the doors are locked and the ghost of so many good evenings start wandering the approaches and cursing the 10 pin!
Chuck Pace © 2008
Nearer and Nearer
My vacation starts in 10 days. I work on Saturday the 12th then I am off until 8:30 am on April 21st. At work today, in anticipation of the Super secret Mystery Vacation I purchased a Garmin® NUVI 660 GPS unit. Jenni played with it for nearly an hour while I was at the ATT store replacing my iPhone case-mate case which expelled its spring somewhere along the way. I won't be able to load the SSMV location into the Garmin® until right before we head out, otherwise curious minds might discern the real location long before I want them too. I will most likely be renting an automobile for the trek to the Placesterious Vacaystination, since there is no way I can have the Blue Frankenstein road ready by the end of nest week. It would require a Miracle of miraculous proportions to get the purchased parts on, and the confidence up to drive the umptrillion parsectors to Obscuria, Diversia and back I'll tell you what! Plus what would I do if we were to break down in the Imagaplains and had to call a tow truck? How would I explain where we weren't? It is most perplexing.
Jenni asked if I would have her blindfolded the entire way, since I have the very secretive mission to not divulge. I would say only about 6 hours worth of blindfolding will be necessary. However a full on gag all the way to Stopperage Station might well be in order. I can only imagine the peaceful drive through the golden fields of bleet and chlorophylum. No I could never do that to her. I love her and totally fear the retribution, and retaliation. Besides the half of the journey that is the getting there would be unfairly missed. There is also the very real possibility that we may be stopping to p(hoto) more often than we stop to pee. It would look bad to have other travelers seeing the missus gagged and blindfolded in a rent-a-car while I am photographing a mushed blatherhund on the turnpike. Bad form, old man, bad form.
Well t'is now my preemptive stroke, struck at a post for the AM yet to be.
Chuck Pace © 2008
On to the hinterlands in a tennerday.
Jenni asked if I would have her blindfolded the entire way, since I have the very secretive mission to not divulge. I would say only about 6 hours worth of blindfolding will be necessary. However a full on gag all the way to Stopperage Station might well be in order. I can only imagine the peaceful drive through the golden fields of bleet and chlorophylum. No I could never do that to her. I love her and totally fear the retribution, and retaliation. Besides the half of the journey that is the getting there would be unfairly missed. There is also the very real possibility that we may be stopping to p(hoto) more often than we stop to pee. It would look bad to have other travelers seeing the missus gagged and blindfolded in a rent-a-car while I am photographing a mushed blatherhund on the turnpike. Bad form, old man, bad form.
Well t'is now my preemptive stroke, struck at a post for the AM yet to be.
Chuck Pace © 2008
On to the hinterlands in a tennerday.
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Club members drove in in a variety of BMW's and other vehix as well (we were in Rich's borrowed Pontiac). There were two very cool old 2002's(model not year) a black 1972 and a white 1968. Then of course there was the main event the new 1 series coupe and convertible. yumm. I think my next driver will be a convertible of some sort.
The location was Dryer and Reinbold and they had a very cool 1937 fully restored Bimmer on hand too. As we were leaving I also ran across a nice little car behind the Used car lot building. It was parked next to a Cooper Mini, which gives you a bit of scale.
That is a Lamborghini and a mini, ohhh.
That's my story and I am stuck to it.
