So, uhhh... I went to National Tire & Battery. The last time I went there was when they still carried DieHard batteries and were an extension of Sears. Now their major bonus is that they carry the exact same tires that came with my car and they're open on Sunday.
However, they don't have that pesky problem of being able to cash my check. The dealership in Beverly had none of these problems for a check twice the size. This meant I had to apply for a store credit card. I was approved, so I was allowed to leave NTB with both my driver's license and my car. This process embarrassed and chagrined me. I am only writing about it because I am so pleased to have a sweet ride again.
Oh, and it turns out those tires belong at 28 PSI. I had recently overinflated the old ones, but they still lasted five years and hadn't blown up or anything. The lesson here is: life is a weird place and you should check your alignment more than once every few years. Oh, and call your family once a week or so and you'll feel more sane.
Other lessons: I'm kinda confused about life. Does anyone else get ridiculously self-conscious and tired of it? Since having an emotion the opposite of obnoxion is new to me, I'm wondering how to remedy it. Do y'all, like, just live with it? It seems like herpes so far -- one major attack, then the occasional flare-up. Well, that's what I heard herpes was like. Maybe it'll all go away when I feel fulfilled with my work.
Oh yeah, that. Well, I start the commute tomorrow. It'll be all sorts of sitting and passing. Maybe I'll get an iPod this week so that I can have, say, all of my music instead of six discs that skip a lot. Oh yeah, music! Oh yeah, nice tires! Oh yeah, please tell me I'm not losing my brains in a cosmic poker game.
By the way: I'm going to Long Island this weekend with an old friend. If a certain Graceful friend living a few houses south of Levitown would like to hang out, let me know.
-bring on the commutin', Dante
However, they don't have that pesky problem of being able to cash my check. The dealership in Beverly had none of these problems for a check twice the size. This meant I had to apply for a store credit card. I was approved, so I was allowed to leave NTB with both my driver's license and my car. This process embarrassed and chagrined me. I am only writing about it because I am so pleased to have a sweet ride again.
Oh, and it turns out those tires belong at 28 PSI. I had recently overinflated the old ones, but they still lasted five years and hadn't blown up or anything. The lesson here is: life is a weird place and you should check your alignment more than once every few years. Oh, and call your family once a week or so and you'll feel more sane.
Other lessons: I'm kinda confused about life. Does anyone else get ridiculously self-conscious and tired of it? Since having an emotion the opposite of obnoxion is new to me, I'm wondering how to remedy it. Do y'all, like, just live with it? It seems like herpes so far -- one major attack, then the occasional flare-up. Well, that's what I heard herpes was like. Maybe it'll all go away when I feel fulfilled with my work.
Oh yeah, that. Well, I start the commute tomorrow. It'll be all sorts of sitting and passing. Maybe I'll get an iPod this week so that I can have, say, all of my music instead of six discs that skip a lot. Oh yeah, music! Oh yeah, nice tires! Oh yeah, please tell me I'm not losing my brains in a cosmic poker game.
By the way: I'm going to Long Island this weekend with an old friend. If a certain Graceful friend living a few houses south of Levitown would like to hang out, let me know.
-bring on the commutin', Dante
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Date: 2004-11-01 05:08 am (UTC)Yup-I myself am just finding that it's possible to live life without thinking about it constantly, which frees up the brain for more useful &/or creative &/or enjoyable tasks.
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Date: 2004-11-01 05:40 am (UTC)Play around with it if you feel like tinkering; my new tires felt like crap at the "recommended" 32, but feel loads better at 34, or 36 if I'm not near Boston potholes. So 2 psi can make a noticable difference.
Don't worry about bursting the tires unless you exceed the maximum allowed PSI listed on the tire, usually somewhere around 44 psi. And I ran my 44-psi tires, HARD, at 50 psi for a while without incident. So...tires are tough. Especially when you have a light car.
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Date: 2004-11-01 06:53 am (UTC)would you be willing to elaborate on this a bit? i suspect i may understand what you're talking about, but i'm not sure i do, and i'm disinclined to charge ahead until i have a better idea of what question you're asking.
-steve
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Date: 2004-11-01 09:45 am (UTC)I'm not understanding why you'd want to remedy having an emotion the opposite of obnoxion, so I'm going to skip that topic.
Sublimation of your true feelings is only a temporary patch. Let's not head for a nervous breakdown or overdose, ok? I try to stop and listen to what I'm feeling and figure out the essential why. Often, I'll find one of my needs or desires isn't being met. Once I understand the essential why, I can work on the how. How to meet my needs or desires. If you aren't self-conscious, then you are a robot. Acknowledge your humanity, ridiculous or gorgeous. ∞It is your key to heaven, your most faithful guide to your true self.∞
By the way--big thumbs up on the ipod!
Thanks for listening the other night...I feel betterish today. ♥
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Date: 2004-11-02 07:26 am (UTC)Thank you for listening to me as well. I totally passed out before I could say g'night.
And yeah... I'm heading to an Apple Store on the way to work.
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Date: 2004-11-02 06:23 am (UTC)