I just want to point out that I was already calling Teresa “Booger” before this incident occurred…
Teresa later corrected me and pointed out that boogers are hard, spherical objects whereas snot is liquid. I applaud Teresa for knowing the difference.I drove up to hang with the… I don’t even know the official name… I guess it would be the J-Body.org car club of York, Pennsylvania.
If you know GM’s naming scheme, that means that it’s not a Corvette club, because Corvette’s are known as Y-bodies.
The cars that are designated as J-Bodies are the Chevy Cavalier, the Pontiac Sunfire, and quite a few other GM nameplates that I didn’t even knew were flying under that moniker.
So how did I wind up in York, PA? Well, I had been promising my friend Nikki Sweet (a porn star name if I ever heard one) that I would come up there and mingle with the other folks in the club. Nikki has done body & paint work on cars, and since I’ve been mulling over doing some tasteful modifications to my car, Nikki figures to be a good person to run crazy ideas by.
(As an aside — Personally, I think I’m done with hood scoops. They are just not cool to me… well on my ‘vette at least…)
Anyways, the high point of my time with the car club folks (whose names are already forgotten… Hopefully someone can send me some pictures with names so I can remember folks when I cross paths with them again!), who were kind enough to treat me like visiting royalty, was scraping up the underside of my car on a nasty speed bump and a (luckily for me) very low median strip. This led to me deciding that I was obviously incompetent on driving in roads in Pennsylvania, and tossing the keys to my car to a guy I don’t know who was just riding along… who then proceeded to drive my car much better than I did. Luckily, any and all damage is probably just scraping of the underbody. My car has 85,000+ miles on it, so I know that it’s had it’s fair share of trauma to the air dams, rocker panels and other assorted parts under the car.
Plus, it gave me ample opportunity to remind myself:
It’s just a car…
(assumes the lotus position and begins to chant that as my mantra…)
Okay, back to the story… so my unnamed pilot proceeds to give the car a healthy flogging (at my behest), and became yet another convert to the Y-Body way of life.
GM should pay me for marketing their product…
No, this is not a reference to my love life. Geez…
A little background…
People who know me IRL (In Real Life) know that I’m not particularly mechanically-knowledgeable. I would have said mechanically-inclined, but the truth of the matter is — I do take a bizarre pleasure in wrenching on stuff. One of the nice things about owning my home and the car that I do is that I have the perfect scenario to “learn” without hurting (or blowing anyone else up) other than myself.
Good times, to quote John Teagle at Jenny Kimball’s birthday dinner…
So today, I realize the temperature in my house was perilously close to eighty degrees. That’s not just hot, that’s getting to the point where my flabby American ass can’t cope with sweating indoors. Sure, skinny girls like my friend Sarah probably like to feel like chickens in a rotisserie, but I like it cold. My protective layer of fat and blubber allow me to feel most at home in near Arctic conditions.
So I play with the thermostat. I note the A/C unit’s motor makes some godawful noises.. then stops. Finally I open up the A/C unit (mental note: always cut the power to the air conditioner when you’re going to work on it), and poke around. Basically there was lots of debris and nastiness in there, and after a healthy cleaning…
I’m feeling like Sub-Zero in Mortal Kombat, bitches.
I like fixing things. 
Spinners for your exhaust! It’s like chocolate in your peanut butter!First we had “spinners” for your rims, and now we have spinners for your exhaust tips.
Just imagine how cool this would look on the back of my ‘vette… NOT.