After weeks of trying to pinpoint and fix a problem with my car (called "Old Black," even though it's blue - named for Neil Young's guitar, but enough digression...), I finally had to cave in and have an expert deal with it.
Fuel pressure regulator. Couldn't've'd fixed it had I wanted to as much as I wanted to type those apostrophes (fo'c's'le and bo's'n's: the nautical ones with three).
When I got her back, she wasn't the same. The seat was positioned strangely. She had a paper floor mat tossed in her. The traction control idiot light wouldn't go off (mechanic apologized and fixed that in 5 minutes). Worse, that sickening chortle and whine when she started was gone, the throaty cough wasn't there, the tach didn't spin wildly when shifting gears.
What'd they do to you, baby?
Wow. Guess I've become one of those guys who get attached to their car. Maybe I'm breathing in exhaust fumes - I do seem to be even more random than usual here.
Excalibur
1 day ago
6 comments:
Couldn't've'd
Okay. I'm's enamor'd'f contr'ct'ns 's the nex' guy, but what's that final "'d" a c'traction'f?
"had"
It comes from the use of "had I wanted..."
It's always lonely in comment land at my blog. I have a theory as to why this is so:
No one reads my blog.
That's the explanation with the best parsimonious zazz to it.
So "could not have had"?
Uh ... okay.
I guess it's mere coincidence that my word verification word is "retch".
Understand the attachement to cars - having driven VW's for ages back when they needed constant love, affection and prayers to keep them running. Exhaust fumes were a reality back then - came with what little heat the heater boxes provided ;->
Now I am in the world of easy maintenance - at least for a few more years, till the Fit gets older and decrepit (being a fan of driving cars until they head to the junkyard).
Interesting how we get used to the funny little noises our cars make and then miss them when they get "fixed" ;->
Steve,
Why do you have to be so...
dare I say
Cavalier?
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