errantember

My current budget includes the large chunk of money my Honda will magically turn into when I sell it. Right before I finally got serious about it, the shocks went bad, and it was wobbling all over the place whenever I hit a bump. I got some new shocks, found my Chilton's manual, and have now replaced one of four shocks.

It only took six hours.

I'm also bleeding in several places because I was too stupid to don protective handwear for the adventure, and missed jujutsu because leaving the spring in it's compressed state in the iffy compressors I borrowed from Advance Auto didn't seem very safe. My dojo-mates would probably also prefer not to touch me when I'm bleeding. Most people don't, which, if nothing else, proves I'm not female.

I've learned many useful lessons installing the first strut, things like Wear Fucking Gloves and Don't Put the Spring Compressors on Upside Down, etc. Hopefully the other three will go faster tomorrow.

Then I have to find the torque wrench...

My EVTA R-20 is now officially a very large paperweight. After another round of my least favorite problem, that being the engine randomly cutting out in the middle of heavy traffic, it finally completely stopped responding to the throttle beyond a quiet *click*. Thanks to trippedbreaker for picking me up at Dan's Hamburgers yesterday after having been stranded there with a scooter-full of groceries for over three hours. While not really mind kind of food these days, I had an excellent chicken strip dinner there, and one of the employees and his truck driver were instrumental in the retrieval of the scooter today. The cargo vans they have at U-Haul don't have ramps, and I didn't have one, either. Instead I asked if they had a truck with a ramp, and they did. But it had to be back in less than two hours or I'd have to pay an additional *$150*. Since I didn't have any help at the time, and both the scooter and my place were close by, I decided to risk it. Once I got to Dan's, I realized my mistake, because the ramp isn't wide enough for feet to touch the ground when on the scooter. The employee (likely a manager or owner) and the driver of a delivery truck helped push the scooter up the ramp while I guided it, and helped me back out of the parking lot. I made it with over 45 minutes to spare, but it was quite an adventure.

It seems that trippedbreaker is of the opinion that it's probably a controller problem. This is covered by their warranty, although I'll have to remove it myself. This is the latest in a long string of problems that I've had with this scooter, which is why I point everyone to Alien Scooters whenever they ask about getting one themselves. It turns out there is now a 60 MPH electric scooter for around $5k, but at this point I don't think I'm going to get another electric until I see some long-term reliability from at least one brand.

You may recall the Angry Remake of Forward Zone Alpha.

God knows I do.

I've had about 14 plants staring at me balefully from on top of the mailbox for about three weeks or more now. Evidently they're getting tired of their tiny 4" pots, and are ready for dirt. Every day, as I walked outside, they would say "Hey pigfucker! Where's the dirt?"

They actually used the word "pigfucker," which is a first for me.

Well today, *finally*, they got some dirt.



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It's called Feed the Scott!

Give me a food you couldn't live without, and I'll tell you why I can't eat it right now.

Go.

The Good News is that I just enjoyed a delicious salad of two different kinds of lettuce and some snap peas from my garden.

The Bad News is that, on the way to the Poly First Wednesday event today, the cause of my recent tooth pain was revealed as chunks O' enamel came flaking off my left bottom back molar. I'm fairly certain the root is exposed, as gentle pokages yield extreme pain. For now, pokages will be discontinued.

I'm not looking forward to brushing my teeth.

There *is* an upside to this. Obviously this tooth has been crowding my others on that side, causing my other problems, and, like my other three back molars, it's a Wisdom Tooth.

Time to call El Dentist. El Dentist, who will have, among other things, El Pliers.

And this time, I'll take the gas.