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So something's been up with my truck lately. I wasn't sure what, but I did know that there was often a burning smell coming from under the hood, the engine was heating up very rapidly (though not overheating), and I am not mechanically inclined, so I had no clue what was going on.
So yesterday I took the Jestermobile into the local Good Year, who have done good work for me in the past. And the main guy has known me for years, so sometimes they cut me a bit of a break.
Well, they called me later in the day to tell me that they have identified the problem, but they don't actually do the work needed to fix it. Greeeaaaattt. They do, however, recommend a local place that does do such work. I figure the best thing to do would be to get my truck from Good Year to the other place as soon as possible, so I have my coworker come in half an hour early so I can get across town, retrieve my truck from Good Year and get it to the other place. Of course, to get from my downtown job to the midtown Good Year without my truck, I resort to borrowing the same coworker's bicycle. Fun times!
I get to Good Year, find out that the problem is an intake leak (whatever that means), but it is an involved fix, and they don't have anyone on staff that has done such work before. As they had previously said. AND the other place tends to close at 5, sometimes even 4. The current time was 5:10. I thought, maybe if they were still there, I could at least drop the truck off so that they could get to work on it first thing in the morning. I call them, and they are still there, but about to walk out the door, unless I can get there immediately. I can. But first, I must pay Good Year $65 for labor.
Yep...I got to pay $65 to NOT get my truck fixed. That sucked. I wasn't mad at the guys at Good Year, I get that they need to be paid for their services. I was, however, mad at the situation. But at least I got the truck to the other service station before they split for the day.
And a little while ago, they called. And told me that to fix the problem, I would have to take it to another place, who would have to take the whole engine out, and it would probably cost me about a thousand dollars.
At this point I had a strong urge to throw up, cry, or both. Hell, maybe even cry vomit and throw up tears, just for variety.
And then the guy on the phone continued. To wit....there was another option. They could try using this substance to seal the leak (which was apparently from a gasket), which they have had 100% success with before, and things would be as good as new. And it would cost me about forty bucks.
Well, gee, let me think about this. Hmmm....decisions, decisions.
OF COURSE I went for the second option. And danced a dance of joy in my head, and told the dude he gave me about the best news I've had all week. And now I am just waiting to hear back from them regarding the results. So I am very hopeful.
Of course, my good mood can't stay that way.....maintenance came a bit ago to let us know that our air conditioning is leaking into the apartment below, and they are working on it. And whatever they are doing, it is making my apartment stink.
Grrrr.....
So yesterday I took the Jestermobile into the local Good Year, who have done good work for me in the past. And the main guy has known me for years, so sometimes they cut me a bit of a break.
Well, they called me later in the day to tell me that they have identified the problem, but they don't actually do the work needed to fix it. Greeeaaaattt. They do, however, recommend a local place that does do such work. I figure the best thing to do would be to get my truck from Good Year to the other place as soon as possible, so I have my coworker come in half an hour early so I can get across town, retrieve my truck from Good Year and get it to the other place. Of course, to get from my downtown job to the midtown Good Year without my truck, I resort to borrowing the same coworker's bicycle. Fun times!
I get to Good Year, find out that the problem is an intake leak (whatever that means), but it is an involved fix, and they don't have anyone on staff that has done such work before. As they had previously said. AND the other place tends to close at 5, sometimes even 4. The current time was 5:10. I thought, maybe if they were still there, I could at least drop the truck off so that they could get to work on it first thing in the morning. I call them, and they are still there, but about to walk out the door, unless I can get there immediately. I can. But first, I must pay Good Year $65 for labor.
Yep...I got to pay $65 to NOT get my truck fixed. That sucked. I wasn't mad at the guys at Good Year, I get that they need to be paid for their services. I was, however, mad at the situation. But at least I got the truck to the other service station before they split for the day.
And a little while ago, they called. And told me that to fix the problem, I would have to take it to another place, who would have to take the whole engine out, and it would probably cost me about a thousand dollars.
At this point I had a strong urge to throw up, cry, or both. Hell, maybe even cry vomit and throw up tears, just for variety.
And then the guy on the phone continued. To wit....there was another option. They could try using this substance to seal the leak (which was apparently from a gasket), which they have had 100% success with before, and things would be as good as new. And it would cost me about forty bucks.
Well, gee, let me think about this. Hmmm....decisions, decisions.
OF COURSE I went for the second option. And danced a dance of joy in my head, and told the dude he gave me about the best news I've had all week. And now I am just waiting to hear back from them regarding the results. So I am very hopeful.
Of course, my good mood can't stay that way.....maintenance came a bit ago to let us know that our air conditioning is leaking into the apartment below, and they are working on it. And whatever they are doing, it is making my apartment stink.
Grrrr.....
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