Wednesday, January 11, 2012


There is absolutely no reason that I should squeal in excitement when I realize that my speedometer is in working function...
woot! (AND no check engine light?! successful day!)
Yet that was the case at 10:34am. Today, my '91 piece-o-junk decided to tell me how rapidly it was coursing the road, and I celebrated in my driver's seat. (and then immediately started driving various speeds and memorizing the RPMs at which they occurred so that when the dial stopped working [which it did, approx 1.75 hrs later] I would be able to estimate how fast I was going.)

The take-away here: I'm a really good gift-receiver. Anyone have an extra car lying around with which they'd like to test that claim??

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