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Car Go Boom
May. 17th, 2007 05:08 pmThis week, the car's engine blew up. I wasn't there, but this is what the Mad Scientist tells me. Vast amounts of smoke, barely made it home (he was on his way to work), and the mechanic said that to make the car work again, it would require a new engine. Engines are...pricey. The car is not. So for now, we're taking stock of finances in view of a new car, hunting around for a cheap one, and biking. A lot.
The day the car's engine blew up, I arrived home at my usual hour and noted with some confusion that the car was in the garage, which would have made it an extremely early time for the Mad Scientist to be home. So I went inside, and upstairs, and discovered a traumatized Mad Scientist in vast need of cuddles and somebody to suggest the next course of action.
The next course of action was fixing our old and unusable bikes. Which involved biking to Uptown on non-functional bikes while clouds formed overhead and loomed threateningly in our general direction.
While we were waiting for our bikes to be fixed, or so we thought, we went to La Bodega. Mmm, half-price bottles of wine and food made mostly out of olive oil. I mean, I love olive oil, ask anyone, but even I was thinking they went a bit overboard. It was highly tasty though, and we got to enjoy dining in a setting that was clearly far classier than we were.
Upon returning to the bike shop, we discovered that in fact our bikes had not been getting fixed. So we sat. And waited. And waited.
A couple of hours later, tires replaced and brakes functional once more, we biked over to the CC to celebrate![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chadvalentine and opheliac_9's anniversary. Much liquor was had, and the new icon was taken. Then we biked over to their apartment and more liquor was had, along with some very tasty barbecued chicken. Then we wobbled our unsafe way home.
The next morning the Mad Scientist had to bike in to work. He could bike and bus it, but it actually ends up taking longer. It's about an hour bike ride. He claims to have still been in the shaky "was just drunk" phase.
This week, the poor man is made entirely out of ache.
So am I, between practicing my material for the belt test this Saturday, line drills during regular class, and--oh--biking. And carrying very heavy bags of groceries home.
I think the moral of the story is something like, "Life is pain, but alcohol helps. And don't forget to keep your bikes functional, 'cause you never know when you'll need them."
The day the car's engine blew up, I arrived home at my usual hour and noted with some confusion that the car was in the garage, which would have made it an extremely early time for the Mad Scientist to be home. So I went inside, and upstairs, and discovered a traumatized Mad Scientist in vast need of cuddles and somebody to suggest the next course of action.
The next course of action was fixing our old and unusable bikes. Which involved biking to Uptown on non-functional bikes while clouds formed overhead and loomed threateningly in our general direction.
While we were waiting for our bikes to be fixed, or so we thought, we went to La Bodega. Mmm, half-price bottles of wine and food made mostly out of olive oil. I mean, I love olive oil, ask anyone, but even I was thinking they went a bit overboard. It was highly tasty though, and we got to enjoy dining in a setting that was clearly far classier than we were.
Upon returning to the bike shop, we discovered that in fact our bikes had not been getting fixed. So we sat. And waited. And waited.
A couple of hours later, tires replaced and brakes functional once more, we biked over to the CC to celebrate
chadvalentine and opheliac_9's anniversary. Much liquor was had, and the new icon was taken. Then we biked over to their apartment and more liquor was had, along with some very tasty barbecued chicken. Then we wobbled our unsafe way home.The next morning the Mad Scientist had to bike in to work. He could bike and bus it, but it actually ends up taking longer. It's about an hour bike ride. He claims to have still been in the shaky "was just drunk" phase.
This week, the poor man is made entirely out of ache.
So am I, between practicing my material for the belt test this Saturday, line drills during regular class, and--oh--biking. And carrying very heavy bags of groceries home.
I think the moral of the story is something like, "Life is pain, but alcohol helps. And don't forget to keep your bikes functional, 'cause you never know when you'll need them."