I think I’ll tell this tale from chronological end to beginning.
3. Wednesday afternoon. Craig called to say “Hi. I think I need to go to the doctor”. The picture below shows exactly why and what happens if you jam a distributor (with cap) into your face using full force. I believe there was also pressure built up that assisted the distributor in its travels.
1. Tuesday morning. We had (more or less) the following conversation: (I should add—for some mysterious reason neither Craig nor I enjoy calling our mechanic. We like him and everything, but we just dread the phone calls.)
Craig: I just really don’t feel good about the engine. Have you thought any more about me taking it to the mechanic?
Maryn: Long sigh. Silence. Okay, FINE.
Craig: Really?! Finally!…but I don’t really want to call the mechanic.
Maryn: Alright, I’ll call him if I can buy Bradford’s cooler.
Craig: Sold.
Pause in conversation.
Craig: You’re an “old stuff whore”! You just sold out for a vintage cooler.
Maryn: Yes, so what’s your point? (okay, actually I just laughed really hard)
In conclusion, while I was super ticked off that our engine had to be torn down, I was glad that Craig convinced me to have it looked at and now hopefully (knock on wood, cross your fingers, no whammies) we’ll have an engine that we can feel confident taking out of cell coverage areas. I got a new/old cooler (isn’t it BEAUTIFUL?) and Craig paid $$ to have his face fixed.
2 comments:
That is awesome. Tell Craig I am sorry and that I feel his pain. I once put a hammer through my lip trying to pull up a floor. And Becky is an "Old Stuff Whore" as well, but don't tell her I said that.
Wins all around here! Cool new cooler. Cool new scar and a story to tell.
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