521

grr

before the performance yesterday, i couldn’t get the car started.

last year about this time, the car started being intermittent about starting, but i found that if i got a jump, everything worked fine. i thought it might be the battery or the alternator, but i checked both of them and they were working fine, as far as i could tell. it was an intermittent problem, which, of course, meant that it didn’t do it any time when a mechanic was present, and it didn’t do it often enough that carrying jumper cables and hoping that i would be able to find a jump if necessary didn’t solve the problem. and to add to that, it seemed to be a problem that only happened when we had dry weather, because once it started raining regularly, the problem went away.

but this time it was slightly more sinister. i noticed that when i hit the brakes, the tachometer “glitched” – briefly went down to zero, and then back up to running speed. it was subtle enough that the first few times it happened, i either didn’t see it at all, or caught the movement of the needle as it was flying back up to normal running speed, but i wached, and finally figured out what was going on. this was something i had never seen before, but it went along with what i had figured out previously, that either the battery or the alternator was faulty in some way, and when the brake lights went on, it caused an electrical surge in the car.

after my performance, at the seatac mariott hotel, i went out to the car, and it wouldn’t start… no problem, i figure… just roll it backwards so that someone can pull along side it, jump start it, and i’ll be on my way. but no, now i can’t shift it, either. i checked to see if the shift lever was locked because it has a locking steering column, but the steering wheel was moving freely, and i couldn’t have someone pull in beside me because the parking places on both sides of the car were blocked by other people. after about an hour and a half on the phone, finally, monique came up to “rescue” me, and she and i jury-rigged jump starting it by connecting two sets of cables together – which reminded me a lot of a long time ago when ian and i were hitchhiking on whidbey island, and we were picked up by a person who we later realised was very drunk, but not before he had attempted to jump start his car using coat hanger wire, and then just about ran over ian as he was getting his backpack on…

anyway, we got ganesha the car started and rolling home. as i was getting on the freeway, i turned on the lights, and there was a big electrical surge – it was almost as if i had turned the engine off. i was accellerating, and suddenly it shifted down into first, the RPMs went through the roof, all of the accessories, like my ipod, turned off, the “overdrive off” light went out, and there was a definite jerk as the car slowed down, and then sped up again.

and when i got home and turned off the car, it wouldn’t start, and i couldn’t shift it again.

grr

it’s going to see jack on monday, if i can get it started, but god knows how we’re going to pay for it…

and i just painted it. 8(

4 thoughts on “521”

  1. she also drives… over 100 miles a day, four or five days a week… 8/

    and apart from the fact that the people around where i live consider me to be the neighborhood freak, and none of the people to whom i am obligated feel like driving almost 40 miles to get me, and then driving another 40 miles to take me home, the problem is that my obligations often include my tuba and/or my trombone, which means music, stand and chair as well, and they are often in a completely different part of town from where she works, and at completely different times…

    it would be different if we actually lived in the city, but living in the “unincorporated” part of king county means that we don’t have any public transportation closer than 10 miles or so, and even if we did, it’s doubtful that a bus driver would let me on the bus with a tuba and a trombone and two backpacks full of gear…

  2. i’m not as in to cars as all that… i’m more in to the fact that it’s an art car, and it’s my first art car. i know it isn’t going to last, and that i’m going to have to scrap it eventually, but i know practically nothing about fixing cars, and at this point i can’t afford to take it to the guy i got it from originally (a mechanic that is the father in law of my wife’s boss) to get it fixed… but i have to get it fixed because i’ve got obligations and live too far out in the country to take public transportation… 8/

  3. *hugs* about your car

    I know cars mean a lot more to people than I think they do…probably because I’ve never had one

    But I know that a man who names his car…well, it’s like a love relationship almost, isn’t it?

    So hugs to you!

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