The gear shifter has been really sloppy since day one, way too bad to drive without repair. I crawl under the car to find and fix the problem.
I replaced the two motor mounts and the transmission mount, straightening the engine and strongly attaching it to the car. Seemed like a good idea.
The brakes are done, with lots of new parts all around. The car should be able to stop. If it ever moves.
Replacing the stock swaybar — with its flimsiness and worn out bushings — with a new one that's thicker and stiffer. I've been told that those qualities matter.
My car has mudflaps. All four corners. Kick ass.
After more than a year of back-and-forth, one of my fractals gets turned into a wine label.
No one seems to make music videos like this any more. MTV has been a lost cause for more than a decade, so thank you, YouTube, for giving them a place to be seen.
After months and months, I finally found the time to piece the 2002's front end back together. Just a little more work and hopefully it'll be back down off of the jack stands.
I had to replace Webby's gas tank because of serious fuel problems.
After years of wanting and procrastinating, I finally broke down and bought a road bike! I'm very excited, but it looks like the bike will be collecting dust for the time being. I didn't expect to be riding it right away, but did it really have to snow like THIS the day after I buy it? Will the winter ever end?
It's my own fault, I suppose. I bought the bike in the winter to avoid the bike shop's busy season and to get a deal. My cunning plan worked, but now I can only stare at my beautiful purchase while I wait for the roads to thaw.
Dollar rent-a-car was kind enough to provide me with two keys to the Chrysler Sebring that was chosen as my "economy car" rental. However, while Dollar trusted me (the only person signed up to drive the car) with two keys, they did not trust me with a key chain that could be opened. Don't want me stealing their key chain or anything. Clearly, they didn't comprehend the consequences of their mistrust. So, I spent five days carrying around two monstrous keys that barely, awkwardly fit in my pocket. Almost as bad as driving a Sebring.
Why do so many mechanics treat you like you're an idiot when they can't even do good work themselves?
While my research focuses on the biomechanics of an organism that doesn't have bones or a "traditional" musculoskeletal system like that of humans, most of my graduate classwork (and some small projects) focused on bony systems. Here's an interesting poster that describes some of the problems faced by women who wear high heels often.
The next time some lip-glossy airhead decides to cut you off in line at Starbucks — that her "half-fat-no-whip-what-the-fuck-ever-achino" is more important than your bitter and overpriced "grande drip" — you know exactly what to say:
