deacon
minor bike philosopher
My wife has a new econobox as do my daughter and her husband. So when they need to move something, it's call and borrow my full sized mercury sable from the early 90s. You can do any damage to it since I have decided not to repair it no matter what. Yesterday was no exception. My son in law picked up the sable and off he went to transport a pressure washer to his house.
Today I got in my sable (I know I'm not supposed to drive a car) but I needed a 20" kiddie bike to build a new friction drive bike. I took off and was pleasantly surprised to find that the gas tank was NOT empty. I got about ten blocks and noticed a funny sound outside the car. My mind is not as sharp as it once was so I ignored it.
I went to the thrift shop and found the bike I wanted was too expensive so I left. When I got to my car I found I had a flat tire. Now the tires are old and need replacing bad but I still didn't need a flat five miles from home. I had a choice change it in the parking lot of the thrift shop or go find a can of fixoflat. I walked about a quarter mile to an auto parts store and bought one.
Then of course I couldn't figure out how to get the top off. After I screwed the can up I finally got it off. I managed to get enough foam into the tire to get the car home. My little toy compresser strained and strained but finally got the tire inflated enough to run for a while. I expect there is a nail in it but I haven't looked yet. That is this afternoons project.
I might even pull it off and go buy a tire. The wife will drive me to get one, if I decide to do that.
The point is I spent an hour this morning doing nothing productive and it cost me eight bucks at that. Oh well what are parents for anyway.
Today I got in my sable (I know I'm not supposed to drive a car) but I needed a 20" kiddie bike to build a new friction drive bike. I took off and was pleasantly surprised to find that the gas tank was NOT empty. I got about ten blocks and noticed a funny sound outside the car. My mind is not as sharp as it once was so I ignored it.
I went to the thrift shop and found the bike I wanted was too expensive so I left. When I got to my car I found I had a flat tire. Now the tires are old and need replacing bad but I still didn't need a flat five miles from home. I had a choice change it in the parking lot of the thrift shop or go find a can of fixoflat. I walked about a quarter mile to an auto parts store and bought one.
Then of course I couldn't figure out how to get the top off. After I screwed the can up I finally got it off. I managed to get enough foam into the tire to get the car home. My little toy compresser strained and strained but finally got the tire inflated enough to run for a while. I expect there is a nail in it but I haven't looked yet. That is this afternoons project.
I might even pull it off and go buy a tire. The wife will drive me to get one, if I decide to do that.
The point is I spent an hour this morning doing nothing productive and it cost me eight bucks at that. Oh well what are parents for anyway.
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