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The Joy of Old Cars

Published July 13, 2015 by ia84

When you drive a car that’s barely younger than you are, you tend to have years where everything goes wrong with the car.

About a month before the wedding my car’s transmission went out.  I was on my way to work, and suddenly my car decided that was a terrible idea.  Needless to say (but, hey, I’m gonna say it anyway), I didn’t go to work that day.

At the very end of May, the brakes decided they were mostly dead…while I was driving.

I still think it’s a miracle they didn’t go all dead before I got home.

Today, I was driving home and when I got to the light about two blocks from my house, I noticed white smoke coming out from under the hood, and a burning rubber smell.  I got home, and smoke continued to appear for nearly an hour.  Knowing next to nothing about cars (I can fill it with gas, I know how to put oil in, I know some basic car part names, and that pretty much sums up my car expertise), I came to two conclusions.  A. My car had elected a new pope, or else, B. it was going to catch on fire.  According to people who love me, and know way more about cars, neither A nor B are likely to be the problem. It seems it’s something to do with my radiator.

Which is a shame, because I was really looking forward to Cars 3: The New Popemobile.

That takes a special kind of stupid…

Published May 5, 2013 by ia84

This morning I awoke bright and early to the fact that the smoke detector was going off in the condo across the hall from ours.  Normally, one would assume that the neighbors had burned toast, or something like that.  However, our neighbors don’t currently live in their condo.  They’ve been trying to sell it for a couple of years now, and our building has been put through quite the “fun” experience of people they’ve rented the unit to.  So, anyway, currently there are no renters and the owners aren’t living there so the unit is empty.

Well, earlier this week, I noticed that the owners must have been in because they had left all the condo lights on and a fan running in one of the rooms (they had the blinds open, and those windows face the parking lot, kind of hard not to notice when you’re walking into the building).  Never saw any evidence that the owners had returned, but every night when I got home from work the lights were still on and the fan was still running.  Personally, I found it to be a rude waste of electricity, but some people just don’t care.

Anyway, the smoke alarm was going off, and even though the door and wall weren’t hot, there was a strong smell of smoke.  We couldn’t decide if this was the smell of cigarette smoke or of fire smoke.  So, after consulting with one of the head honchos of the condo association, dad called 9-1-1.  He told the fire department what was going on, and told them that we really weren’t certain if there was a fire or not, but we had no way to get in and find out.  The fire department said they’d send someone over.

Not only did they send one truck, but because the condo is on the 3rd floor, they sent the ladder truck as well.

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It was quite thrilling, but wait, the thrills had only just started.

I had actually retreated to my room, working under the theory that mom would come get me if we were all going to die (I’d thrown on actual clothes by this point, if I was going to die a fiery death, I wasn’t going to do it in my jammies).  The migraine from last night was still causing pain, and I just wanted to sleep.  A few minutes passed and then I heard:

THUD

THUD

THUD

The only thing missing was Sheldon saying, “Penny?” in between each “Thud.”  It was quite impressive; each thud actually resounded throughout the condo.  Only afterwards did I learn that one of the firemen had actually kicked part of the door in.  I’m quite disappointed that I missed seeing that.   However, I did manage to get a photo of the aftermath:

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In case you’re wondering, here’s how the door would look (minus the decorations) had it not been kicked in:

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Anyway, it turned out there was no fire.  Best that the firefighters could figure, apparently our neighbors were in painting and the pain fumes built up inside the closed unit and set off the smoke detector.  I guess that’s why they left the fan running.  No clue why they left the lights on, other than simple irresponsibility and stupidity.

Moral of the story: apparently paint fumes will set off your smoke detector.

2nd Moral of the story: If you abuse your electricity usage, your door will get kicked apart by awesome firemen!

Also, I can’t help but have today’s events remind me of one of the greatest movie speeches ever: