skibigsky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pi-irate King!!! Okay, so only a few of you were impressed with my Italian Job Impersonation. Thanks to those of you who were. I saw the picture and was thrilled. Not the greatest driving in the world (the much better drivers were NOT getting their cars in this position), but I still think it looks COOL. And it looks fast, even if I wasn’t all that much. It’s a little grainy, but I think this a keeper. I’m finally RACING the car, for better or for worse. And speaking of ‘for worse’. Mini will NOT warranty our clutch and fly wheel. Despite our top team engineer looking at the picture of our clutch and fly wheel and stating unequivocally that because there is NO material left on the clutch, the material fell off – if it had worn, there would be spots where the material would still be there. Absolutely NO material? Not a ‘wear’ issue. But BMW doesn’t see it that way. Although, apparently, BMW is engineering a new, heavier clutch for the 2007 Minis for when the clutches go out. Did we get one? Of course not, because they aren’t ready yet. But the fact that BMW is making one indicates that there is a problem. But they won’t warranty ours. Rat fucking bastards. Speaking of the Mini. I am doing more street driving. I am getting better at the autocross driving, but I’ve got a lot to learn with smooth downshifting, smooth upshifting (5th gear and I are merely distant acquaintances at this point – we’ve got a way to go before we are friends, like 4th gear and I are), and just general driving in traffic. (I’m so used to a fast launch out of first from autocross that when I get in traffic and try to ease the throttle, I occasionally stall the car in an attempt to NOT launch into the car ahead of me at a stoplight. Autocross has made me less of a timid driver, and has given me more faith in my throttle, but hasn’t taught me the subtleties of road driving yet.) So. My Mother-in-law is here for a week of golfing and family fun. Because I didn’t have a driver’s license the last time she was here (and she berated me – nicely, but still berated me – at the time), I picked her up at the airport in the Mini. Mr. V. came down with me (and soundly berated me for missing a shift on the freeway – I think his mother coming to town stresses him out, too), and I picked her up, and was ready to drive her all the way to Park City when she decided she wanted to have lunch. Yes. If you must know, pleasing my MIL is important to me. I won’t bend myself out of shape to do it (fr’instance, I told her to Stay Out of the laundry room – I don’t need her harassing me about my unfolded laundry), but if I can please her, I will. It’s important to Mr. V., so it’s important to me. Tomorrow we are off to golf. Woo-hoo. And in other blather, I watched ‘The Pirate Movie’ last night as I was preparing Mrs. Volatile’s room. You know, the totally cheesy bad take-off of the Pirates of Penzance with Kristy McNichol and others. The only person of note being Ted Hamilton. This guy has basically done nothing in his life, but damn he looked good in tights!!! *ahem. When I was 12, I had the worst crush on him. Not on the male ‘star’ (Christopher Atkins? Something like that…), but on the old ‘Pirate King’. Watching the movie yesterday in all its awfulness, I can see why I had a crush on the guy. Ni-ice legs. Heh. Yep. I’m a leg woman. My husband? Best legs I’ve ever seen. Yeah, I married him for other reasons, too (*cough*ahem*cough), but he’s got great legs. Big GRIN!!! 10:43 p.m. - 14 August 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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