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May. 31st, 2010 11:38 pmI have a love/hate relationship with cars. I love classic cars. I inherited my love of good, fast cars from my father, who owned a 1957 Chevy Belair, a 1962 and a 1966 Cadillac Sedan de Ville, and a Mazda RX7. The first car I ever owned was a white 1962 Ford Thunderbird (looked like this: http://www.remarkablecars.com/main/ford/ford-00003.html ). I restored it myself and it was a beauty. There are some new cars that I think are really a lot of fun to drive. I like road trips, especially with a good highway and a good stereo.
I'm not fond of daily driving in traffic. I think a great many people who regularly operate a motor vehicle have no business being on the road. I also have driving-induced Tourette's Syndrome. :-)
If I'm working on a project car, like the T-bird or the 1964 Ford pickup I used to own, I have a blast, even with the profanity that is required whenever working on a car (it's a cosmic law, trust me). However, when I'm working on the only car we own, and Gwalchgwyn needs it to get to work, I HATE CARS AND WORKING ON THEM WITH A PASSION.
And so, Dear Reader, how do you think I got to spend 1 1/2 days of my three day weekend? Why, yes, troubleshooting the electrical system and ultimately (after 5 visits to the parts store) replacing the alternator. I am not amused, and my arthritic hands hurt so much that I can't sleep, which is why I'm on the computer while I wait for the pain meds to kick in.
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Date: 2010-06-01 06:40 am (UTC){{{{{{{{{{ Hugs }}}}}}}}}}}
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Date: 2010-06-01 02:31 pm (UTC)Hugs back at you.
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