Car night

It's late and no one's awake. Kinda lonely being up at this time. It used to be more entertaining.

Washed the Z and shined her up with some Z8. Then did the interior for once. SEX. Dropped her back at the apartment and picked up the MX6. That bitch's trunk wouldn't open earlier. And power-steering's been giving me problems lately.

I was hungry after detailing the Z so I went to pick up some grub and brought it to my "work area" (the coin-operated car wash area that was well lit). I had with me: my toolbox, paper towels, power steering fluid, hand pump, flashlight, 2 burgers and small fries. I wolfed down the fries and chomped down half the burger, then set it aside as I crawled into the trunk from the back seats. Damn trunk... how does it open. I found the latch and worked it but the trunk won't budge. After a while I shifted the flashlight and noticed that I had somehow cut myself and I was bleeding all over the place. Eventually I see a little clip that goes 'click' up and 'click' down. Hmm. I pushed it up 'click', then tried manhandling the latch again... *THUNK* the trunk opens. I must've accidentally shifted the clip earlier. Oh well, trunk fixed.

On to the next item --- popped the hood. I finished the first burger and started on the second burger. I set it down near the bumper. The fluid I had was cherry red. The fluid in the reservoir was some nasty ugly color. Squish-squish-squish I worked the pump and the old fluid was sucked out. I kept doing this for a bit. A cop car doing its rounds drove by; I poked my head up, hid the tubes behind the open hood and smiled. I didn't want them to see that I was playing with power-steering fluid and have them fuss about my disposal methods. Ah finally... time for the new fluid to go in. Thick, syrupy, pinkish-red. I could already tell that it would do some good. I started up the car, turned the wheel around a couple of times. Mmmm felt good.

Then I decided to examine the intake. Filter looked good. Interesting airbox. What the hell? There was a loose piece of paper caught in there. That must've been equivalent to having a stuffy nose. OMG the engine oil was low. Am I leaking oil? I topped it up when I got home. I shall check the level again tomorrow when the oil settles. I cleaned up and enjoyed a feeling of accomplishment, and a sense that things were now better than they were.