Posted: July 24, 2009 at 9:38 pm | Tags: Car, cars, Ford, getaway, History, ninja, pirate, s80, security, volvo, volvo s80
Yesterday morning, I took my car in to get looked over. While the “Diagnostic Testing” was a little pricey, the upside was that they gave me a free rental car off the lot to have fun with while my 940 was under the microscope. I was pretty thrilled to be driving off the lot in a $40,000 swedish luxury sedan: The Volvo S80.
The S80 has an abundance of features that make it easy to fall in love with. And with the elegant dashboard, the blind spot warning system (aka, blinking lights), and the absurdity of putting 6×9 speakers in the front doors, it’s pretty hard not to.
As I was discovering more and more things about the car that were just common sense, I discovered an extra feature: The Personal Car Communicator (PCC).
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Posted: July 3, 2009 at 7:24 pm | Tags: caprice, Car, cars, Detroit, Job, mpg, Oil, sweden, volvo, volvo 940, work
On my way home from work on Tuesday, I was most disturbed when my 1988 Chevrolet Caprice just turned itself off in the middle of traffic. Such things are most unusual, and as such I figured that the car had merely stalled out and that I should just try to revive it. So I turned the vehicle on where she started right up. I then revved the engine a little bit and I was back on the road…only to have the car stop again a few blocks later. I’m able to steer the car over to the side of the road…where it no longer starts. I hear only a tick tick tick from the starter and that’s it. Upon calling my Dad to come check it out, we realize that a massive oil leak that sprung up from who knows where under the engine. The engine, of course, did not care for this any much and simply decided “You know what, I’ve had more than enough of this tomfoolery” and promptly right then and there decided to end it’s life. The small block 305 seized up right there, and that was that.
Left me by the side of the road waiting for Nick’s Towing to show up, I tried to keep my cool and not become completely irate. I think I did a fantastic job, but that’s just me. Mark this down as the single most frustrating week of my life between everything that’s happened.
My 1988 Chevy Caprice...in it's former glory
