skibigsky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I've made it another day.... Woo-hoo. Be all proud of me. I actually drove on I-15, during rush hour, on a Friday, for more than 1 exit. Several, actually. And people were crazy. But I survived. And Mr. V. and I left at approximately the same time (I left about 5 minutes before he did), and he NEVER CAUGHT ME. Heh. In fact, he arrived about 3 minutes behind me. And he does NOT drive the speed limit. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Who cares? Other than me? No one. But I SO expected him to catch me on the way up the canyon, and am thrilled that he didn’t. *ahem Heh. I love the fact that I am not the only person out there who remembers (and clearly remembers fairly well, LA *grin) the movie. Fred. Heh. Fred. I love Fred. Yeah, I actually really enjoyed watching Smokey and the Bandit. Such a dated movie (fr’instrance… Jackie Gleason telling his son that there is no way he came from his loins, and so the first thing he’s going to do is go home and punch his son’s mother in the mouth – not exactly PC, eh? But for the time? And for Jackie Gleason? Perfect. “To the Moon, Alice!”), but gods I love it. Not that I could watch it over and over again, but once every 20 years? Absolutely. And while he was a little skinny for me - if you haven’t been paying attention, I like guys with substantial leg and upper body muscles – Burt didn’t look bad. On to the Mini (which, incidentally, was partially why I wanted to watch the movie – I was in the mood for some okay car chases!). They won’t officially know whether they ‘can’ warranty the clutch until they pull it apart (tomorrow). According to Charles (Mr. V.’s car business partner), and my father, that’s bullshit. They can’t tell from looking at it. It’s either broken or it’s not. Yeah, they can look at wear patterns, but there is nothing ‘diagnose’. So I’m going to spend some time this evening looking over our warranty. Because we think that the ‘wear parts’ warranty (i.e. the warranty on parts that ‘wear’) is 10,000 miles. Whether Mini thinks so or not will be another story. But we are going to fight this all the way. Even if I was harsh on the clutch, no one that I have talked to thinks that there is any possibility that I could have blown up the clutch from my driving. Again, we’ll see what Mini says. But Mr. V. is going to be a bull dog about this, so I’m not going to stress too much. And if we end up paying the full price? Eh. It was an expensive lesson, and I need to get a little more instruction on a manual transmission. (Actually, I just need a shift plate. Then I’m golden! *grin.) Okay. I’ve just spent $50 in magazine subscriptions. No. This wasn’t to some kid door-to-door. We’ve pulled in a chunk of money, not a ton, but enough. And while we’ve got real live money managers to deal with it, I’ve just got a subscription to Business Week. (Okay, so I got a subscription Glamour, too. Sue me.) Because I want to know what is going on the in business world. At least enough to feel informed. And in other excitement? We went for a bike ride in the rain. Mr. V. was certain that the weather was not going to break, and since we had to pick up the truck (having the tires, brakes and shocks checked for towing), we went riding in the rain. Any person not in the front? Covered in mud. Even on paved roads. Ugh. By the time we got back to the car, I was TOTALLY covered in mud. I’m not so keen on this riding in the rain thing. But it was better than no ride. And on that note? I’ve got to get dinner on to the grill. 8:11 p.m. - 03 August 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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