The GTI scared the shit out of my Thursday night. I was puttering along around 70MPH on 77S right before the Strip, and my car decided to pop out of gear. I was buzzing along fine, then all of a sudden the engine revved up and stopped revving; as if I were at a stop light or something. I immediately pushed the clutch in, then tried to put the gear shifter in neutral; it was already in netural! I slowed down, put him in 4th gear and continued driving along just fine. He seems to be fine now, but it still scared the crap out of me. Yesterday on the way to Jeff's house for Turkey dinner the GTI decided to run like shit. He wouldn't idle for crap, and I had no acceleration. Turns out the distributor cap had water in it, which was causing it to misfire. Jeff is getting the cap, rotor and new plugs so he can change them for me. It's nice to have a useful brother. Plug wires for my car are $250 (Bosch; I won't buy cheap ones)! The cheap ones are over $100. Ah, how I love having a GTI...
On another GTI note, he is now officially named. His name is Gizmo. Here's my rationale: Gizmo is little and cute; my GTI is little and cute. Gizmo has pointy earys; the GTI has a fin that could be considered pointy. Therefore my GTI is now named Gizmo (didn't I just say that?). Either I rock, or I have waaaaaaay to much time on my hands. I think it's a little bit of both.
What else...The Cathedral Buffet on Thanksgiving was hella good as usual. Earnest Angley wasn't there the little freak; I was disappointed. Oh well, the actual buffet never disappoints.
Michael Jackson scares me, and I don't mean that as a compliment. Freak. I do not want any of his Neverland Ranch Dressing, please and thank you.
I called Turtle and left a message on his answering machine about a 3 legged cat with 7 nipples on its head. His new roommate will think Turtle and I are nuts, and his roommate will be correct!
I believe I'm going to the CorningWare outlet in Aurora today to buy the hooch-berry something for Christmas. Mmmmmmm, outlet stores....
I am once again audio blog capable. Expect rambling incoherant posts at 3 or 4 in the morning.
I should probably take a shower or something.
Later.
