Neanderpundit

My optometrist, Dr Wes Molenaar, the coolest optometrist on planet earth, stops by this morning at ten, and we ripped the back off the pig of his truck to chage one of the oil seals. That was an in and out, we were done before noon. Dr Wes is a spry 70 something, and is down under the truck hammering around like a teenaged kid. Like me, he’s cheap and mistrusts the work of most shops.

This afternoon Partner and I replaced the fuel pump in the older sploder. Back when I was having troubles with it, before i realised it was a self inflicted manufacturing defect, I replaced the fuel pump. As of about March, the fuel pump decided it was not long for the world. The original pump was probably still fine.

So let me just say something to the Robert Bosch corporation, who made the pump that failed before 140,000 miles were up: Fuck you in the neck, you kraut motherfucker. While I’m thinking of it, you gave Partner and I some grief withy his Alfa before we managed to figure out it’s problem, so for Partner’s Alfa and it’s annoyances, fuck you in the neck too. And I think there are a few lost victories I remember at Indy due to the failure of Bosch components, so fuck you in the neck for that too. Dumbasses.

Anyhow, it’ll need a shakedown, but i think it’s gonna be fine now. Still runs smooth as silk, after 400,000 miles.

Beat now, a long day of wrenching. Off to bed.

have a handful of car repairs to do today. The fun, it never ends.