evlgt85
06-26-2006, 12:07 PM
This is somewhat loosely based off of an email I sent to a friend last night. I really think there are some that are concerned for my psychological well-being now. :shifty
The other day, I noticed the car was telling me to check my brake lights. Having a husband handy, I commanded him to stand behind the vehicle and watch for my brake lights as I depressed the pedal. There were no brake lights. Argh! So, the hunt for the culprit began.
Since ALL of them were out, we were suspicious of the fuse. Unfortunately, when Mike went under the hood to check, he was a bit overzealous with the clip on the fuse box cover. It was one of those sounds that hits you as louder and longer than it really could have been. The snap heard round the world. Sigh. And my lid was in SUCH good condition as well. So, that gets added to my shopping list now.
However, the brake lights just seem to have had a less-than-optimal connection and are fine after having removed them, cleaned them up a bit and added a tad of dielectric grease to them. All is well. I also think I should prepare to pick up a set of tail light lenses, too. Perhaps the whole housing if I find ones in better condition that what I have, but certainly at least the lenses. Mine are a bit cracked, one stud is looking most suspect.
Also in store for the car Saturday was the removal of an ancient and non-functional radar detector. It turned out to not only be a great weight savings off of the nose of the car (there was a brick-like object that proclaimed "MICROPROCESSOR" but there wasn't much about it that was micro), but we discovered that the wiring job to put it in was less than desirable as well. Always nice to be rid of sketchy wiring.
The area under the air filter (I've a K&N sitting there) was thick with black gunk, apparently from the formerly slow leaking power steering pump hose. After removing all that ick, it looks much nicer down there, being blue instead of crud colored. There's still a lot I'd like to tackle detail-wise in there. I might try my hand at a bit of it today if this blasted coffee starts working.
The car was 'detailed' recently, but, let's face it, many detailers do the nice presentation job that'll keep most folks happy, but the truly detail oriented (is that a nice way for saying anal retentive?) will wind up finding little things here and there that should be done before veins start popping out of their foreheads.
And then there was yesterday. Yesterday was a mess. My father was in town, passing through on his way from St. Louis to San Diego and beyond. I take the M6 to Mesa to pick him up, with Mike along for the ride, of course. When we bring him back to our place, we leave the car outside as I figure we'd take it out to eat or something later on. Well...we wind up taking the truck to go somewhere, and then on to the restaurant. We leave the restaurant facing a nice mild dust storm, which soon turns into a huge dust storm. And then there's just enough water falling to make the car a splotchy mudball. I am not pleased. At all. My father and husband find a bit of amusement in this. I do not appreciate their amusement. At all.
Once there was a decent clearing, I snapped and washed the car. Yes, I am that bad. Then I see another wall of dust approaching. The M6 goes into the garage and sits in safety. Unfortunately, in my total psycho-whack-job rush, the car did not get properly dried and it now has typical water spots on it that I will address soon. Bleh. My first time washing the car, too, so I'm completely not in my groove with that process. I can wash a Mustang or Capri in record time with much success. This car is a bit different. So, I must learn its particulars.
Royalblau is a little unforgiving with its darkness, and Arizona water is unforgiving with its harshness.
I'd like to hear what you guys use on your rides to beat the water spots. I've heard both good and bad things about stuff like waterblades. And what do you use to get everything between the openings in the grill/kidneys/etc. I have tiny hands and those things eluded me last night.
So, there's this weekend's story. Am I certifiable yet?
The other day, I noticed the car was telling me to check my brake lights. Having a husband handy, I commanded him to stand behind the vehicle and watch for my brake lights as I depressed the pedal. There were no brake lights. Argh! So, the hunt for the culprit began.
Since ALL of them were out, we were suspicious of the fuse. Unfortunately, when Mike went under the hood to check, he was a bit overzealous with the clip on the fuse box cover. It was one of those sounds that hits you as louder and longer than it really could have been. The snap heard round the world. Sigh. And my lid was in SUCH good condition as well. So, that gets added to my shopping list now.
However, the brake lights just seem to have had a less-than-optimal connection and are fine after having removed them, cleaned them up a bit and added a tad of dielectric grease to them. All is well. I also think I should prepare to pick up a set of tail light lenses, too. Perhaps the whole housing if I find ones in better condition that what I have, but certainly at least the lenses. Mine are a bit cracked, one stud is looking most suspect.
Also in store for the car Saturday was the removal of an ancient and non-functional radar detector. It turned out to not only be a great weight savings off of the nose of the car (there was a brick-like object that proclaimed "MICROPROCESSOR" but there wasn't much about it that was micro), but we discovered that the wiring job to put it in was less than desirable as well. Always nice to be rid of sketchy wiring.
The area under the air filter (I've a K&N sitting there) was thick with black gunk, apparently from the formerly slow leaking power steering pump hose. After removing all that ick, it looks much nicer down there, being blue instead of crud colored. There's still a lot I'd like to tackle detail-wise in there. I might try my hand at a bit of it today if this blasted coffee starts working.
The car was 'detailed' recently, but, let's face it, many detailers do the nice presentation job that'll keep most folks happy, but the truly detail oriented (is that a nice way for saying anal retentive?) will wind up finding little things here and there that should be done before veins start popping out of their foreheads.
And then there was yesterday. Yesterday was a mess. My father was in town, passing through on his way from St. Louis to San Diego and beyond. I take the M6 to Mesa to pick him up, with Mike along for the ride, of course. When we bring him back to our place, we leave the car outside as I figure we'd take it out to eat or something later on. Well...we wind up taking the truck to go somewhere, and then on to the restaurant. We leave the restaurant facing a nice mild dust storm, which soon turns into a huge dust storm. And then there's just enough water falling to make the car a splotchy mudball. I am not pleased. At all. My father and husband find a bit of amusement in this. I do not appreciate their amusement. At all.
Once there was a decent clearing, I snapped and washed the car. Yes, I am that bad. Then I see another wall of dust approaching. The M6 goes into the garage and sits in safety. Unfortunately, in my total psycho-whack-job rush, the car did not get properly dried and it now has typical water spots on it that I will address soon. Bleh. My first time washing the car, too, so I'm completely not in my groove with that process. I can wash a Mustang or Capri in record time with much success. This car is a bit different. So, I must learn its particulars.
Royalblau is a little unforgiving with its darkness, and Arizona water is unforgiving with its harshness.
I'd like to hear what you guys use on your rides to beat the water spots. I've heard both good and bad things about stuff like waterblades. And what do you use to get everything between the openings in the grill/kidneys/etc. I have tiny hands and those things eluded me last night.
So, there's this weekend's story. Am I certifiable yet?