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Quote from: Queen Victoria on December 14, 2010, 09:21:35 PMThe car repairWhat needs to be repaired?
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Quote from: Semicolon on December 14, 2010, 09:22:40 PMQuote from: Queen Victoria on December 14, 2010, 09:21:35 PMThe car repairWhat needs to be repaired?That's the scary part. I won't know until tomorrow, but the smell of burning rubber and a lit Check Engine light doesn't sound like the price of a Starbucks venti cappucino to me.
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Quote from: Queen Victoria on December 14, 2010, 09:24:19 PMQuote from: Semicolon on December 14, 2010, 09:22:40 PMQuote from: Queen Victoria on December 14, 2010, 09:21:35 PMThe car repairWhat needs to be repaired?That's the scary part. I won't know until tomorrow, but the smell of burning rubber and a lit Check Engine light doesn't sound like the price of a Starbucks venti cappucino to me.It could just be a belt or something else small. Did the car run long enough for you to get it to the shop? If so, it could be a part that is easy to replace.
Quote from: Semicolon on December 14, 2010, 09:50:44 PMQuote from: Queen Victoria on December 14, 2010, 09:24:19 PMQuote from: Semicolon on December 14, 2010, 09:22:40 PMQuote from: Queen Victoria on December 14, 2010, 09:21:35 PMThe car repairWhat needs to be repaired?That's the scary part. I won't know until tomorrow, but the smell of burning rubber and a lit Check Engine light doesn't sound like the price of a Starbucks venti cappucino to me.It could just be a belt or something else small. Did the car run long enough for you to get it to the shop? If so, it could be a part that is easy to replace.I certainly hope it's fast and cheap. Yeah, I took it in as soon as I could arrange for my friend to pick me up. I guess I drove it for about 5 miles after the light went on. I did a quick google on check enging light and burning rubber smell. The first link was for a transmission repair job. I didn't have the heart to look at any other threads. There's nothing I can do. We need a car.
Fortunately, my doc saw me the next day. I was not expecting for him to feel my joints while I was naked, but he eliminated in one office visit the possibility that I will recover on my own.Even after I began questioning him, assuring him that I am "still healthy" and shit, he showed me how my pain was being created by producing it at will, with me lying flat on my back, in a moment just by pushing my hip joint into the areas where my ligament support has begun to fail.This is a scary place for me to find myself. Every beating I have ever suffered has eventually healed and I became stronger for it. Every old injury has become tolerable in ways that have taught me a kind of humility in the occupation of my own corporal body. Everything I have ever suffered, except for my wisdom teeth growing back three time has been something that I could handle on my own.This is "new ground" for me to tread. I am not going to be able to control this. It scares the fuck out of me!
My guess is you need to replace a belt, maybe the alternator belt.Transmissions usually slip, which you would feel, and I think they wouldn't generate a check engine light.
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Well so far, it's a faulty O2 sensor, about $250. But there's oil all over the engine, which was the burning smell. They're still looking for the source of that.
Quote from: Callaway on December 15, 2010, 12:12:04 AMMy guess is you need to replace a belt, maybe the alternator belt.Transmissions usually slip, which you would feel, and I think they wouldn't generate a check engine light.A worn belt wouldn't trigger the check engine light either.