60horsepowerprophet

Bus: “Cough, sputter, cough (refusing to idle) cough, hack, hack, sputter.”

Adam: “What in the ape-humping shit is wrong with you now?”

Bus: “Sputter, cough, cough.”

Adam: “Goddammit! Don’t I throw enough time and money your way? Son of a bitch!”

Thoughts of the woman in the car next to me: “I thought hippies were supposed to be mellow.”

She just can’t stay in tune. Just can’t do it. No idle at all and she’s running like petrified shit. Found a few exhaust leaks that I need to have taken care of ASAP. One at the flange between the header and muffler and one at the rear on the driver’s side at the head. No good. Replaced the ignition wires and spark plugs today. Plugs were fouled. Mixture is off. Great. Plug wires were in pretty bad shape. I was hoping with good, new Bosch plugs and plug wires that the problem might cease. Of course it didn’t. Going to go out in a little bit to replace the cap and rotor and to check the timing.

And, of course, it came at a wonderful time. My Mom is landing in Eugene tomorrow at about 6 o’clock. She’s going to be here for four days. There are so many things I want to show her but unfortunately I’m going to have to drop the Bus off at the shop tomorrow to get the heads checked over (that exhaust leak scares me), the exhaust leaks fixed, to have the mixture reset (I have no carb synchronizer of yet) and to figure out what the eff is wrong with the bastard.

It’s one of those love/hate relationships. I think it’s going a bit far, though. She’s started slapping me around when I get “mouthy” or don’t giver her enough presents. But I do sometimes step out of line and she only does it because she loves me…