The more I think about it, the more I realize how much my life revolves around cars. Of course, I have 3 personal cars and I drive each one. I have been trying to do performance improvements to all three for the last year. I spend weekends washing cars and btw it takes 3 to 4 hours to wash my three and one of Emily’s. She has two. One of hers has a car wash subscription. Besides all this I have regular maintenance for each as well. I had a rock stuck between the rotor and back plate on the R which was all day in the shop last Saturday. In spite of all this I love the cars I own and lots I don’t. I am going to the SF auto show day after Thanksgiving. It probably qualifies as an obsession. Maybe a disability under the ADA. I need an accommodation. Maybe the government should pay for my cars.
I bring all this up because I am going to pick up the Fit today. And drop off the S2000 for a little work on the shifter. I can’t wait to see how the Fit does with the new turbo.
My day began as most do. Fed people and animals. Packed lunch. Made coffee. Chased wife out the door. Woke up the kid and we went to work out. The work out was very hard. I added a set to make sure and used increasing weight on each subsequent set. I breathed hard and sweat. Must be working. I had to be done early because I am meeting Hal Brown at my house at 9 to go over ongoing cases. Don’t want to be late.
Got home early after one stop at the Dollar Tree. Crap for Emily. I also needed ziplocs. Took little time.
Home. Got all cleaned up and dressed by 9. At 902 Hal called. Turns out he had some call he had to be on at nine and he would be late. Sure. No fucking problem. It’s not like I already have a shortened workday, car swap out, work to do in office, out of the office by 3 to get home and pack up for Visalia. Be as late as you want.
Now I’m reading the paper. Looking at the mail. Texting. Making calls. Waiting. Hal finally showed up at about 1020. We have lots to do, phone calls mostly, discussing ongoing cases, trying to figure out insurance financing on the cases. We did not get done till 1230. Now you can see why I wanted to start at 9. Christ.
We parted company. I went to Sacramento. Ate my lunch in the car. The car with the broken window, stays open. Lovely. Got to the shop to swap out the cars and mine was not there. Great. Now I have to wait for owner Josh who is out driving it around. Every damn thing in my way to slow me down and screw up my schedule. Christ.
Finally, Josh returned. With my car. We did the swap and I went to the office. Arrived at 150 which is 50 minutes late for my tax appointment. He was not mad, fortunately, and I was able to finish a couple returns for him. He is coming back on Monday to do more. These time issues just snowball.
I finished up payroll and left for home. Out by 330. Drive was fast. “New” Fit is a race car. It’s gonna take some getting used to to handle the turbo properly but the driving is just great. I was not fully able to stretch it out on the freeway or 49, but I will soon. And report in full.
At home I staged all the crap we are taking by the front door. Emily returned at 530. We finished the load and got on the road.
Stopped at a local burger joint for dinner. They were making Mandarin orange milkshakes, it’s Mandarin season, and I had one. Mindblowing. Just fabulous. May have to go back soon.
Our drive to Visalia was fast and uneventful. I drove most of the way until I started to fall asleep. Then Em took over. We are staying in a hotel since the house is full. Probably more comfortable for all. Dog is here with us too. Emily is snoring like hell right next to me.
Well, bedtime. 1230. Big day tomorrow.