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Jan. 29th, 2019 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
randomdreamsDriving to work yesterday sucked. We got a large amount of snow here, taller than my snowblower, and it was still snowing heavily when I headed to work. Up at work there was virtually no snow at all, so the in-between was very heavy slush. At some point, enough slush and ice lodged beneath my car and froze that it displaced a long flexible heat shield that covers the exhaust system. (This is because occasionally people actually drive these cars offroad and park them and the hot exhaust starts grass fires.) So now the heat shield is touching the driveshaft and making awful noises.
This car has been nonstop difficulty.
Anyway. Today I drove the old car, the one that failed ALL THE EMISSIONS TESTS, and I was glad I had it to drive, because I was trying to donate it to the local radio station and their criteria for donation ("They said donating was easy, and it was even easier!") keep getting tighter and tighter, so I have yet to finish that process, and driving into work in the Spitfire when it's this far below freezing is a daunting idea. So is cycling through ankle-deep piles of ice and slush.
Here's an interesting, unexpected consequence: as I was leaving, our silicon design manager walked by, wearing a huge puffy coat and a big knitted cap and snow pants. I was all "...are you riding home?" because he often commutes by bike, and he said "no, I'm driving" and I was all "you look like you're about to go skiing" and he laughed and said "I have an electric car, and using the heater reduces its range."
This car has been nonstop difficulty.
Anyway. Today I drove the old car, the one that failed ALL THE EMISSIONS TESTS, and I was glad I had it to drive, because I was trying to donate it to the local radio station and their criteria for donation ("They said donating was easy, and it was even easier!") keep getting tighter and tighter, so I have yet to finish that process, and driving into work in the Spitfire when it's this far below freezing is a daunting idea. So is cycling through ankle-deep piles of ice and slush.
Here's an interesting, unexpected consequence: as I was leaving, our silicon design manager walked by, wearing a huge puffy coat and a big knitted cap and snow pants. I was all "...are you riding home?" because he often commutes by bike, and he said "no, I'm driving" and I was all "you look like you're about to go skiing" and he laughed and said "I have an electric car, and using the heater reduces its range."
