Full disclosure: Strictly speaking, nobody actually died as such. For the vast majority of folks who are uninterested in the first world problems below the fold, here are 3 views of Sakurajima.
(I did not know that Volcanoes sounded like synthesizers!)
Note that pressing "MORE" will result in banality and not more 'splodies.
The other day, Rocinante, my 1982 Cressida suffered a massive steam discharge on the way to school. After some tinkering, I was unable to find the source of the leak and when it ran for a time with no incident after I refilled it with water, I decided to try to make it to school, as I had a major test that day. There are also facilities to work on the car there and as i was under the impression that I had a leaking hose I was confident I could fix it. The car disappeared into a spectacular steam cloud as I exited the tunnel. With the temperature approaching the red I pulled over again, let the car cool and added the last of my water to try and find the leak. Too late, I realized it was the head gasket and before I could cut off the car there was a sickening "CLUNK!" Despite providing evidence of my predicament, I was not allowed to make up the test. Weather I can survive this setback will be determined Monday.
In other news, some time ago I was informed that I appeared to have stopped making kidney stones, and indeed the two remaining stones were small and seemed to actually be shrinking. Well, that may be, but one of them, last weekend, decided that it would not go quietly into oblivion and decided to spend its final days on a journey of discovery...which it has yet to complete.
After over a year of back and forth, my new insurance company has decided that a long ago set of hospital bills are not covered.
The temporary patch, which, back in September, had been put on my cracked tooth, was supposed to be replaced in February, but snow and other issues resulted in the appointment being continuously delayed. The makeup appointment was Thursday. Fortuitously, the patch did not begin to disintegrate until Sunday.
Thursday, while I was getting strapped in to get my tooth repaired, the car surgeon called and informed me that in addition to the head gasket, I had a bent rod, cracked cylinder, and that the "boom" had resulted in a blown waterpump and ruptured radiator....and since the good Lord is a completist, the timing chain broke. In order to find out IF the car could be resurrected would cost 1700 dollars in labor alone. The IF is because they can't yet determine if...
A: the cylinder head is cracked
B: IF they can even get a replacement because Cash for Clunkers purged the junkyards of spare parts.
Rosiante is going to have to be put down.
As I am a souther man who aspires to live his life in the manner of a gentleman I must face these things with a certain stoicism, but this perceptive young lady is giving a good representation of my private thoughts on the past week.
Before sending the car to the junkyard, try selling it as-is on Craigslist first. Believe it or not, there are people out there who like old Cressidas; if yours is in decent shape aside from the dead engine, you might get good money for it (better than the scrap metal value, anyway).
Posted by: Peter the Not-so-Great at Sun Mar 29 18:31:18 2015 (dzzLh)
The year should get better from here. I hope and pray.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at Mon Mar 30 12:53:07 2015 (ZJVQ5)