My beautiful car, that has become less and less beautiful the longer I have known it, has finally dug itself a grave from which it cannot be resurrected. The fucker is dead, let's throw an Irish wake. (which includes, booze, partying and celebrating the person... well, skip the celebrating the person, in this case I'll celebrate the fact it's fucking dead) The timing chain snapped last night while I was on the way to the bar with a friend. With this type of engine, when the timing belt snaps, it usually wrecks the internal components of the engine, making it pretty much useless. The service guy that looked at it today said he could put some guys on it and in order to just find out how much damage has been caused, it would be about 6 hours labour to strip it down. Well fuck, I don't want to spent $400 to be told it's pretty much fucked. I told him my understanding was if the chain broke a rebuild was pretty much the only option and he agreed. Yeah, not gonna happen. I don't have dollars dripping outta my pockets to do that kind of work. Blargh.
Now people think I'm absolutely nuts, but I'm going to look at my options for taking that fucking crap engine outta there and putting in a cheapy Chrysler 2.0 or something that's North American made. Parts for shitty engines like that are a dime a dozen here, unlike everything for this current goat-blowing, son-of-a-bitch... which requires me selling body parts. But that will be in the fall, I need to go buy some shitheap that's inspected until at least the summer to get me by until something better can be bought. More than anything, I wish I still had my little Cavalier. As bad as it was in winter, at least it loved me most of the time. It's in a junk yard rotting now, I feel worse for it than I do for my Talon.
So out in the cold last night, my friend and I walked to the bar and then back to the car when the tow truck arrived and then back to his place. Well, sortof lies, we cabbed it, but we had to walk to the cabs in the cold. Fucking coldass weather. January has been beautiful, I should have expected that when it finally got cold the car would screw with me. ;) Silly me.
Aside from the death of the car, it was an entertaining day. I spent the afternoon with a boy I've been dating recently as he and two friends prepared for a drag show they were in. Talk about excitement, the WWE doesn't have this kind of excitement. So I was there for about three hours with them, then went for dinner with a friend. We had some beers and foods at Maxwell's, went and watched Willow at his place then went to see the boi (or grrl at this point) do her drag show. It was funny for the most part, we enjoyed it. Off the wall comedy :) Anyway, the boi (grrl) looks pretty as a woman, but I think he's dead shexy as a guy, so I'm pretty lucky. The weird thing is I had met him months ago at a friends place and I guess we both thought the other was sexy and interesting, but nothing really happened until about two weeks ago when we started talking out of the blue. What a weird world...
So tomorrow will begin the umpteenth shopping for shitheaps extravaganza in my life and I expect that I may have to settle for the ugliest pile of crap that runs and is inspected that I can find. Hmm, just like old times. :)
