Now, my primary fun mode of transportation is sort of disabled — at least I can’t rely on it starting without it cooling down after a drive due to it’s engine flooding constantly, so I decided to take my older RX-7 (a GSL-SE). Now despite it’s somewhat disheveled exterior, it has been an awesome, reliable car. I’ve taken it to both Buttonwillow and Thunderhill Raceways and used it as a daily driver for the last year. There was no reason for me to expect there to be any problems whatsoever.
Guess what. I loose my clutch at the top of Highway 9. Now, normally this means the car is disabled and has to be towed. But thanks to Ghetto Dave I learned how to do clutchless shifting and was able to make it back to San Francisco somewhat unscathed.
While disheartening, it wasn’t all bad Don was nice enough to let me drive his Acura NSX throughout the twisty roads of Highways 9, 1, and Skyline (35). Seeing as though both my RX-7s are disabled, this ways *almost* enough to get me to sell them to buy one of my own.
Of course this wouldn’t be all that interesting unless something else happened, and oh, there was much more.
While driving, a car spun out just a few feet away while I was driving the NSX. That car slammed into the side of a hill, and luckily I was smart enough to not be following closely and I braked early enough to avoid impact. Now, the RX-7 that was behind me, he stopped in time, but the two Toyota Celicas behind him hit each other, and ultimately hit him. Not fun. Photos from our jaunt.
Of course this wouldn’t be all that interesting unless something else happened, and oh, there was much more.
Even after all this, it was barely noon. I started working on my other car. Besides being prone to flooding, it’s passenger side headlight motor had become disconnected due to my negligence in installing new HID lamps. Of course I’m not bright enough to remove the correct fuse, and while fixing it it decides to bite me. Fun times.
By now I’m tired and quietly cursing to myself — when Marilyn, Marvin, and Nelson show on their bicycles, I’m somewhat relieved and happy to not think about cars for a bit.. So we go for a jaunt through Golden Gate Park. Partially due to exhaustion, and partially due to my inexperience, I end up flying off my bike on a dirt trail. During which, I loose a contact lens. Fun.
So I have two dead cars, a bruised and battered body, a slight limp, and one contact. Of course I had to go to work the next day to deal with Day Light Savings. Wonderful.
At least I can look forward to better days to come. Inevitably someone will leave a comment and tell me to quit bitching, but since I’ve been getting a lot of questions about what’s going on with me, I figured I could bitch, just this once.
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