1/2/14

So here we go again.  I don’t remember what all I was talking about the other day so I'll just dive in to what I did NYE and NYD.  Tuesday I went to lunch with mom at Razoo’s because they have fried green beans on the appetizer menu.  They are quite the tasty.  Applebee’s has a better horsey sauce for dipping, but Razoo’s has more beans.  Both places do them up with lots of salt and pepper and, as mentioned before, they are quite the tasty.  After lunch I took Fifi to Iffy Lube to get it inspected.  Oh, Sunday after the gun show I went and had Fiona’s oil changed and tires aired up.  I really otter keep better tabs on those tire pressures as the left rear was below ten pounds, apparently.  Anyhoo, I pull up in Fifi to do the inspection and notice a really long line.  I don’t wait.  I take off for the Ford dealer… to look at vans, not for the inspection.  They didn’t have any vans on the lot so I rolled next door to the Fiat dealer.  I got out and began walking around the cars out front.  Fiats are a bit more spendy than I remembered.  Of course I was only looking at the Abarth models but searching for the elusive non-Abarth turbo model.  Eventually a sales lady came out to talk to me.  I asked about the turbo and she said they had two left.  We went inside and did the preliminary paperwork.  I told her about the possibility of the new job and that if I got it I might be interested in this as a toy car in addition to the Hyundai and Ford… and Birkin, and Spitfire, and B-210, and 1200, and Mini.  She got keys and went to retrieve the car.  After a few minutes she returned… on foot.  “That one was out of gas,” she said.  “I'll get the keys to the other one.”  This she did and pulled up to where I was standing.  “This one is low too, but it started!” she said as she went inside for the gas card.  We got in and headed to the nearest gas station.  We did not make it.  About 500 yards down the road, ti sputtered and died.  Fortunately I had enough momentum to make it around the corner and most of the way to the gas station.  We had to push it that last 100 yards up the drive to the pump.  She went in and paid while I pumped ten dollars into the tank.  With petrol in the car, we took off for a test drive.  It zipped up onto the freeway with alacrity and buzzed along at freeway speed easily.  At the “Tim Around” to turn back under the freeway, I hooned it somewhat.  Back on the freeway I asked if she minded a hoon around Heron Trail.  She was fine with that so we headed up to Lost Wages Trail and onto Heron.  I noticed that fifth gear acceleration was on par with Fiona from 60 to 80… I'm sure the Hyundai would stomp the thing from 0-60 and 80-100, but it was quite useable.  On Heron Trail, I took it a little easier than I usually do in Fiona because I still hadn’t gotten the seat just right… and I didn’t want to stuff someone else’s car!  I made the comment that Fiona’s days might be numbered… they probably aren’t, but… we’ll see.  We returned to the dealership and I said I could not do anything until I got the new job, which is still up in the air.  She made me meet her manager and said she would check in with me later.  I said that would be fine and left.  Then I went back to Iffy Lube.  There was no line this time, but there was also no insurance card in Fifi.  I went home to try and find one.  I was unsuccessful.  I decided that I would wait until today when I could print out a card at work.  This I have done.  So, now I'll get the thing inspected either tonight or tomorrow… Saturday at the latest.  I settled in to watch the “Twilight Saga” wait… that’s not right!  “Twilight Zone!”  I settled in to watch the “Twilight Zone” marathon on Sci Fi Channel.  No, I still won't use their retarded-ass spelling.  At midnight I went to bed.  Since I'm approaching the end of a page, actually I've past it but I’ve come back again, I'm going to save the story of New Year’s Day for tomorrow.  It was getting a little long winded anyway.