10/16/07

I still don’t really feel like telling the story of what I did over the weekend. “So why bother talking to us at all?” you might ask. Why indeed? I don’t know. I guess I'll just go ahead and do it since I'm here. Friday I drove Fifi to work. The plan was to go directly to the shop, hook up the trailer, and bring the Seven home. I left work a little early to go do that. I may have mentioned it on Friday now that I think about it. About half way to the shop I shut off the air conditioning to acclimatize myself for the loading of the car. I'm pretty sure it was blowing cold when I did that. I got to the shop and loaded the car and some other stuff then headed home. I'm pretty sure I used the air conditioning then as well. In fact, I remember shutting it off and rolling down the window again to back the rig into the driveway so I must have run the air. This will be relevant later. I parked the rig then mom and I went to have some dinner somewhere, Texas Grill I believe. Amy had called earlier to ask if I'd be willing to park one of my spare cars in their driveway while they went out of town for a few days then invited me to come have a beer on the patio that evening. I said I could do those things. She called again as mom and I were pulling into the driveway. I let mom out and headed to Amy’s. Oh, I was in Matilda for the dinner run and trip to Amy’s, not that it really matters all that much. While hanging out with that group, Josh sent me a text message about something. I asked if he was still planning to come to the track day in the morning. He was. Amy, Allison, and Edie all asked who I was texting. I told them and they asked, “Is he young?” “Is he cute?” “Is he single?” I replied, “Yes, I suppose so, and as far as I know.” I believe it was Amy who followed up with, “As far as you know he’s cute?” “No,” I said while continuing to text Josh, “as far as I know he’s still single.” They continued to barrage me with questions about him and told me to invite him over. I didn’t do it. Eventually the subject was dropped and we moved on. Of course Airport Amy had to send me an e-mail to the Blackberry right about then and it all started over. This time, however, when they found out it was a girl they lost interest. After a while we all left and I went home to get ready for the track day. Saturday morning I got up and headed to the Awful House to meet John and the rest. It was nice and cool so I didn’t turn on the air conditioning. We ate and when we were satisfied that all that were coming were there, we headed west. We did out track day thing and had a decent time of it. Oh, we had to set and strike our own cones and gained a new appreciation for the track owner who usually does that. Gregg’s 510 developed a nasty knock and went on the trailer early. My car ran well so I let others drive it. I may have to stop doing that though, but I'll ‘splain later. John began to get antsy about leaving so I allowed two more guys to do a few laps before we went out to collect the cones. We all parted company and headed our respective ways home. I tried the air conditioner but it just blew hot air. “What the fuck?” I thought. I “followed” John back to the shop, meaning we took the same route but he was a ways in front of me and I didn’t catch up until the actual shop. He had the door open and ready for the Seven so we set the ramps and I tried to ride it off. It hung on the trailer. It was then that I noticed the shifter felt funny. Someone, apparently, “ham fisted” the shifter and bent something. We don’t have time to look at it so I park the car and plan to come back and have a look before the Southwest Sevens Festival this weekend. I'm not sure when I'm going to do that though, probably tomorrow evening. With the Seven parked, I take a look under the hood of Fifi to see if there is something obviously wrong with the air conditioner. Oh, there was. The front of the A/C clutch was totally missing! I have no idea when that could have fallen off. I'm sure I would have heard it while driving. It is a mystery. We close it up and head out. John wanted to go to Not Texas to get a 510 on Sunday morning so he’s planning to take Fifi and the trailer home. We decide that isn’t the best plan and detour by my house and I take him home in Matilda. I get back home and park the rig in the driveway. Sunday morning I head to John’s house. He was supposed to give me a wakeup call at 0800 h and I wanted to be waiting in his driveway when he did. He didn’t call until 0829 h, about a minute before I was going to call him. We rolled out at around 0840 h and left Texas. We loaded the car and did minimal chit-chatting before heading back to the shop. His goal was to be home by noon. We dropped the trailer at the shop at noon and he left from there. I'm not sure how much trouble he was in as I haven’t talked to him since. I went home and had lunch with mom. I did not go back to the shop to look at the Seven’s shifter but wasted the rest of the day watching TV. I didn’t go to the shop last night to look at the shifter either because, well, I just didn’t. I also have not taken Fifi in to the dealer to have the A/C fixed because of the parking at Amy’s house thing. I'll probably take it in next week. We’ll see. So, I guess that just about covers it. I may go to the shop tonight but it will be more likely tomorrow. Then again, I might just take my chances. I don’t know. Ok, that’s about all I’ve got in me today. Talk to you tomorrow.