so i get a call this morning, the mechanic. “i need to talk to somebody about this buick” and from his tone i gathered she had been very naughty. not at all; as it turns out, the reason she had been running like crap for pretty much a year now, was a bad coil. there are three, one for each pair of cylinders.
there is a tremendous amount of difference between a six cylinder engine running on four cylinders, and one using all of them. so not only has harmony been restored, so has power. i’m afraid i get a little silly about cars, very emotional — i’d actually forgotten what the buick was like when i got her. and so it came to pass that as i accelerated down the street with the radio up and the window down, that i was moved to, um, well, scream. wooooooooooooooooo. like that but in a 24pt font, all caps, and bold. believe i startled some pedestrians, which is fine, really.
and two other things that have been sorta wrong over the last really long time or so, were that the brake light would stay on some of the time, and there would be a low groaning when backing up and turning. both were apparently related to the wretched condition of the harmonic rubbermetal dealythingy, because all is now well.
so she’s healthy and frisky, she’s had a bath and and a nice tank of gas, and i’m eyeing the leather lotion and the armorall again, it’s been so long since i took any pleasure in massaging the seats and shining up the dash and the tires. i used to be half-obsessed with that sort of thing, i adored her so back when, and now i do again. yes, i fall in love with automobiles, and yes, i’m fickle, but the fickle is pretty damn mutual, it’s just the nature of these affairs.