Polished Scrawl Productions: The Blog

Cast your eyes port-side and you’ll see a new section in the sidebar called “Photos.” The blog’s recent migration to WordPress (did I mention I switched to WordPress?…yeah, Blogger kinda’ sucks…) allows for all sorts of nifty plugins and other features, and gives me much more control over my content. I’ve added a plugin that allows me to pull pictures in from my Flickr account. It’s quite amazing, actually.

This picture is part of the initial picture upload explosion, which consists of photos taken the weekend before last, when Melissa and I went to Iowa City for the weekend. Much fun was had by all! Click the pic, or any of the little pics over in the sidebar, and you’ll get taken to the new photo album!

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On Monday, I took The LeMousine for his last ride. The hassle of trying to sell him would have been more trouble than it was worth, so I decided to sell him to a salvage yard for whatever they would give me…which turned out to be a whopping $50.

The yard is called Sunset Beach. It’s situated by a little lake, and has a donkey that wanders around the premises. It’s almost as if I took my car to a nice little automobile retirement village, where he can be with other cars and have a lake and animals to play with. Which, strangely enough, actually made me feel a little better about having to get rid of my first car. Well, to be accurate, The LeMousine was technically my third car, but he was the first car that was actually mine; that I actually owned and was responsible for.

The LeMousine and I traveled a lot of miles together, through a lot of “interesting times”…as the old Chinese curse goes. He was the Timex of cars; he took many a licking (three accidents and three break-ins), but kept on ticking. He was a work-horse and a pack-mule. He moved my earthly possessions more times than I can recall, all of which had their pre-designated spot in the back seat or the trunk. Iowa to Savannah to Iowa to Savannah to Dallas and then back home again…with countless stops along the way.

He was a good little car. He lived a good, well-traveled life. He ran and ran and ran and made it to the gas station every time, even with his Empty light blaring. He knew that we’d stop at Williamsburg, or the Iowa 80 Truck Stop. His turning radius was beyond compare. He could parallel park into spaces that others considered to be madness. He bumped down quiet cobblestone streets, and fought the insanity of Dallas.

He was a good little car, but even good little cars can’t do without clutches and CV boots, and can only go so far on a cupped tire. So now The LeMousine gets to rest, and turn into the Legend that all good little cars hope to be.

I’m afraid I have some bad news.

The LeMousine, car of myth and adventure… of legend and lore… is dying.

The first signs came on Saturday, when the cruise control suddenly stopped working, followed by the abrupt malfunction of the dashboard and brake lights two days later. Today, I took him in to the Toyota dealer, and found out that:

• An electrical connection in one of the lights has degraded to the point that two connectors are touching that normally aren’t supposed to, causing several fuses to blow. Hence the malfunctioning dashboard and brake lights.
• One of the rear tires is “badly cupped” and needs to be replaced.
• New spark plugs are needed.
• The CV boots on the front axle are leaking, which, if left untreated, can lead to axle failure.
• A power steering hose is leaking.
• The clutch could go at any moment, which was causing the engine to over-rev (is that a word?) and was preventing the operation of the cruise control.

The final tally put the repair bill at a level higher than the value of the car itself… so arrangements are currently being made for LeMousine’s replacement. More as the situation develops…