my car mojo
Jan. 29th, 2005 11:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7We were supposed to get picked up at our house at 9:30 by the estimable CoreyP and go out for a night on the town, last night.
Instead, at about 9:40, we got a call, from Corey's brand-new cellphone, saying that he'd hit a pothole and his tire was suddenly flat and he didn't really know what to do.
So we went and found him (it was like two miles away), and yes, the tire was flat, what a bummer. (Bent rim, too. Sucks.) It's an almost-new PT Cruiser, so I'm moderately familiar with the model-- I had a Chrysler minivan for years, and my mom has a Cruiser.
He'd located the spare, a doughnut, and had found the jack.
So he called AAA once we got there. O... k. Well, in the meantime, we'd see what we could do, because it was colder than a witch's tit out there and well, we had all the parts we needed.
AAA said they'd be there within two hours. (It was, by the way, 10 degrees.) The Buffalo cops staked out the parking lot across the way from us, watching us because they probably thought we were doing a drug deal. (With a jack and a spare tire, apparently.)
We were clever enough to put down floor mats from the car so we could kneel in the frozen slushy parking lot. And Corey and I managed to get the lug nuts off, while Dave went and inflated the spare tire to its proper specification. (Don't think about that, do you? Spare goes kinda flat sitting around in the trunk. Whoops. My dad always put a full-size spare in the back, and when he checked his tire pressure he checked it too. My dad's that kinda guy.)
But Corey and I couldn't actually get the tire off the lugs. The lug nuts, we removed with a lot of grunting and cursing. But the tire was either frozen or rusted onto the lugs, and we just couldn't get it off. I tried doing my dad's trick, kicking the bottom inward while pulling outward on the top, but I was wearing girly shoes and couldn't, and couldn't manage to explain my objective sufficiently for Corey to duplicate my attempts.
At one point Corey stood up and looked at his icy, slushy knees. "I look like an Alaskan whore," he said. Heretofore he shall be known as Alaskan Manwhore, because it's funny.
Finally Dave showed up and "put some ass into it" and got the tire off.
The inherently funny part of this is that I weigh like 190 and can lift heavier weights than Dave (I know this from moving), while Corey's like Dave doubled (he's like 6' 3" and of heavy build), and the two of us together couldn't put enough ass into it to get the tire off. All 138 pounds of Dave shows up, and he just wrenches the thing off like he's Conan the Barbarian.
Which all goes to show you, as my Dad told me when I was a little girl: You gotta watch out for the skinny ones cuz sometimes they're wiry and can kick your sorry fat ass.
Ok, he didn't use those words, but still.
After that we went to Merlin's on Elmwood, which is a pretty divey bar that often features live music. The kind of music it features is the sort that the musicians who play it all hang out on WNYMusic.com, an active local chatboard, so many of them were introducing themselves.... and their names had numbers in them.
Amusing.
We saw a band there, that was good, and I took some cool pictures, particularly during the 25-minute cover of Stevie Ray Vaughan's "Couldn't Stand The Weather", notable both for the 10-minute drum solo to cover up the guitarist breaking a string, and for said guitarist's extremely white Guitar Faces and extremely Stevie-like guitar work. It was really good. There's a great photo where he looks like he has three heads because of the extemely long exposure time I used.
But, I have no more hosting space, can't get Livejournal's "Pictures" feature to work, and ... Don't know the name of the band. So, so much for that.
And then I came home and ... watchedabunchofthespecialfeaturesontherotkeedvd... I mean, went to sleep. Like a sane person. Not at 4 in the morning. No. Earlier than that.
Woop! Must go, dave's dancing around naked. Put some ass into it, boy!
Instead, at about 9:40, we got a call, from Corey's brand-new cellphone, saying that he'd hit a pothole and his tire was suddenly flat and he didn't really know what to do.
So we went and found him (it was like two miles away), and yes, the tire was flat, what a bummer. (Bent rim, too. Sucks.) It's an almost-new PT Cruiser, so I'm moderately familiar with the model-- I had a Chrysler minivan for years, and my mom has a Cruiser.
He'd located the spare, a doughnut, and had found the jack.
So he called AAA once we got there. O... k. Well, in the meantime, we'd see what we could do, because it was colder than a witch's tit out there and well, we had all the parts we needed.
AAA said they'd be there within two hours. (It was, by the way, 10 degrees.) The Buffalo cops staked out the parking lot across the way from us, watching us because they probably thought we were doing a drug deal. (With a jack and a spare tire, apparently.)
We were clever enough to put down floor mats from the car so we could kneel in the frozen slushy parking lot. And Corey and I managed to get the lug nuts off, while Dave went and inflated the spare tire to its proper specification. (Don't think about that, do you? Spare goes kinda flat sitting around in the trunk. Whoops. My dad always put a full-size spare in the back, and when he checked his tire pressure he checked it too. My dad's that kinda guy.)
But Corey and I couldn't actually get the tire off the lugs. The lug nuts, we removed with a lot of grunting and cursing. But the tire was either frozen or rusted onto the lugs, and we just couldn't get it off. I tried doing my dad's trick, kicking the bottom inward while pulling outward on the top, but I was wearing girly shoes and couldn't, and couldn't manage to explain my objective sufficiently for Corey to duplicate my attempts.
At one point Corey stood up and looked at his icy, slushy knees. "I look like an Alaskan whore," he said. Heretofore he shall be known as Alaskan Manwhore, because it's funny.
Finally Dave showed up and "put some ass into it" and got the tire off.
The inherently funny part of this is that I weigh like 190 and can lift heavier weights than Dave (I know this from moving), while Corey's like Dave doubled (he's like 6' 3" and of heavy build), and the two of us together couldn't put enough ass into it to get the tire off. All 138 pounds of Dave shows up, and he just wrenches the thing off like he's Conan the Barbarian.
Which all goes to show you, as my Dad told me when I was a little girl: You gotta watch out for the skinny ones cuz sometimes they're wiry and can kick your sorry fat ass.
Ok, he didn't use those words, but still.
After that we went to Merlin's on Elmwood, which is a pretty divey bar that often features live music. The kind of music it features is the sort that the musicians who play it all hang out on WNYMusic.com, an active local chatboard, so many of them were introducing themselves.... and their names had numbers in them.
Amusing.
We saw a band there, that was good, and I took some cool pictures, particularly during the 25-minute cover of Stevie Ray Vaughan's "Couldn't Stand The Weather", notable both for the 10-minute drum solo to cover up the guitarist breaking a string, and for said guitarist's extremely white Guitar Faces and extremely Stevie-like guitar work. It was really good. There's a great photo where he looks like he has three heads because of the extemely long exposure time I used.
But, I have no more hosting space, can't get Livejournal's "Pictures" feature to work, and ... Don't know the name of the band. So, so much for that.
And then I came home and ... watchedabunchofthespecialfeaturesontherotkeedvd... I mean, went to sleep. Like a sane person. Not at 4 in the morning. No. Earlier than that.
Woop! Must go, dave's dancing around naked. Put some ass into it, boy!
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Date: 2005-01-29 05:19 pm (UTC)If you're in the area and happen to notice that they're playing, you Really Should go see them. They play Blues Rock, though further from the blues and closer to 'modern rock' than the Blues Rock norm. Plus, they'll always rock out thoroughly on one or two of Stevie's joints, which is never* a bad thing.
- Z
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* OK, if you went to a Spice Girls concert and found them rocking out thoroughly on one or two of Stevie's joints, that probably would be a bad thing.
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Date: 2005-01-29 07:05 pm (UTC)