Friday, February 19, 2010

The problem with cars

Is that I know basically nothing about them. I guess I could learn a thing or two, and the problem would be solved, but it seems like the same basic thing happens to me all the time. Take today, for example.

So I went out to start the car this morning, and it worked like a champ. Or maybe it ran like a champ? I don't know car euphemisms. Either way, it started like I would expect it to. Grabbed some gas as I did my errands. Then I go to start it again, and it acts like it is out of gas. Now, I am an expert at deciding what I think could be wrong. The problem being that I have no real knowledge, so I am really just guessing at things that to a mechanic probably could never happen or really be wrong with the car. But I digress. SO. The painted car (as we lovingly refer to it) had to have the fuel pump replaced last summer, which Zach did himself. And in doing so, the fuel gage no longer really works. It's a quarter of a tank off. Which we recently discovered. Anyways. I have a theory (yep, one of those) that when the car is parked on a decline, it acts like it is out of gas because the fuel moves to the front of the tank. And the gage reflects that (see, I use evidence to back these babies up). It also goes the other way, meaning when I accelerate, motion moves the fuel to the back of the tank and it shows it being fuller than when it is on an even plane and not moving. Anyways, all that to say that I was parked on a slight decline this morning, and because of it ( I think ) the car wouldn't start. For me.

So I called Zach to come rescue me, and didn't continue to try starting it, as I didn't want to run down the battery. And after 25 minutes of waiting for him, when he got there, the car started right up.

Of course it did. This is how cars work for me. Or don't work, depending on how you look at it.

Anyways, nap time is over and Bishop is pointedly ignoring me while staying in my eye-line in order to keep track of how often I am watching him. And when I look, he whines. You know, your basic attention getter. Sometimes I think he has to stop hanging out with Jemme, as her dramatics are rubbing off on him.

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