June 11th, 2002

Roman

I am now thoroughly sick of it

I sent in the play review just now. I could hardly stand to look at it any more, and of course I don't like it. But it's done. I reread my last two reviews and they sounded good. I hope I feel the same about this one later.
Roman

car service

This morning I bring my car in for service. About an hour and a half. I will bring a book. I will put on makeup. Maybe I will hoof it to a convenience store...but for what? Or to Hobee's...coffee cake? What a concept.
Roman

my car

The Honda people once again looked for a cause of the hesitation and didn't find one. And it didn't hesitate for the mechanic, either. They say they know I'm not making it up, but I don't know if they do. The service rep, former long-time mechanic himself, was mystified, couldn't come up with any probables. But he did say maybe carbon, that carbon is an issue with civics. He said maybe try an additive to a full tank of gas, and when I said yes, I'll try it, I'll buy it, he got the can and put it in my tank himself (because it had plenty of gas in it).

I don't know if that did the trick but there was no hesitation when I drove away and off to work. It felt very smooth, felt like a lot more had been done than oil, lube, tire rotation, safety check. It still needs alignment. The rep suggested that if I were up for spending more money a good investment would be a full set of good Michelin tires and an alignment. I think I'll start with the alignment, find out how much the tires cost, go from there.
Roman

tires

The wheels didn't need alignment. Needed to have the rotors machined instead. The guy at the Tire Store took it out for a ride both before and after and indeed the shimmy is gone. So cool. He said one of the rotors will need to be replaced next time out. The cost of four Michelins would be about $390. I figure I'll wait until mine wear down.

I love that tire store. I walked in the glass door, which is plastered in decals for every kind of tire thing, and breathed in the smell of rubber, dirt, old coffee, and the heat of power tools. Every wall is covered with something, mostly pictures. One wall: family - children with snowmen, with hats that say "Tire Store" on them, with baseball bats. Another wall: planes. Another, posters on tire wear. The panelled center beam is decorated with racing flags with the name of a tire manufacturer on them. Surrounding the coffee table are rows of tires with different treads, each one numbered with a little plastic tent sign. The wall behind the counter boasts a thin strip of wood with many hooks on it, apparently for keys. There are displays of tire pressure gauges and power tool accessories attached to that wall, and round pictures of tires step up a post.

The more I looked the more I saw. I didn't have my notebook with me so I had to hold it all inside. It's such a treasure of a place.
Roman

walking

I decided to let my legs take me where they wanted. They wanted to climb the South Street hills again, from the other direction. It was a nice trek, quiet once I got off the nearby streets, nice views of course. The walk ended up taking almost two hours, though, start to finish, and my legs do feel that. It was more than I intended.