credit where it's due

[opabinia]

Shout-out to Shell Car Care in Arlington.

I take it back. The fuel filler pipe emerges behind the license plate on this (and many other GM) vehicles. The plate swings out on springs to allow access to the filler cap. Some pinhead installed the tank so that the filler tube sticks out too far, and the license plate cannot be re-seated -- it sticks out at an angle, resting against the edge of the filler cap, under tension from the springs. How anyone could do such a shitty job and not notice is beyond me, so I assume they noticed and didn't care. I brought the car back and left a note. Let's see if they get it right the second time around.

People suck.

Comments

[rojagato.livejournal.com]

See, now, Charlie just wouldn't have taken on the Buick to begin with, and not just because he runs a metric shop, so you're lucky you were able to find someone within rolling distance who could find a gas tank.

The little we talked about it on the way to get the coffin table, I think the major point from the conversation is that with these projects you have to have a Garage of One's Own, to paraphrase Woolf.

This is why I'm only interested in having the Prelude road-worthy and not much more.

Going all after-market or getting into restoration or racing presumes you have a roof over your head and a place to hang the shop light, and a space out back for the cars you cannibalize, because the only way to do these things without going bankrupt is to do a lot of it yourself.

Now that I think about it, there are a lot of a parallels to A Room of One's Own. Creative space is not a luxury, and it has demands in the physical space as well as in the intellectual. Hmm.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

Creative space is not a luxury, and it has demands in the physical space as well as in the intellectual. Hmm.

I'm so seriously. It's Self-Actualization-type crap, big time.