Itinerant Air-Cooled Greets Worse Roads Yet ...
Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2019 8:56 pm
Yaah Michigan, I think we gots you beat. There is a state with even worse roads.
But first,
I left Go! Big Emma & Compatriots just after a rain shower, and took off for Chicago to see locoqueso. Drove I-74 West to I-57 North, and this year because I am sixty years old, I said to myself, let's take the toll road around Chicago. It'll be an hour quicker, and maybe the road surface will be better. For sixteen years!!! I have refused to take Indiana or Illinois toll roads because I did not want to pay some exorbitant toll on top of the gas taxes too to travel down concrete slabs in lousy condition! I have cooled my heels in Chicago traffic for innumerable hours, crawled along the pitched and heaved pavement with all the other proletariats, to avoid paying those tolls. Why would I pay? Well, this time I paid! I drove the I-294 Toll Road and avoided Chicago for $3.00. Here is all you get for the 2019 Chicago Photo Exhibition:
This year, because I am sixtydamn years-old, I don't care if I look like an idiot. The concrete here resonates with tires and it makes passing cars and truck tires just scream on the surface texture, so I sport lawn mower ear muffs and the Blue-Blocker sunglasses and heck, next year is black socks and sandals, and the year after that, maybe polyester pants up to my ribcage, who knows?
Did not get any sleep, Dead1, did not get any sleep before my appointment with locoqueso on the 26th. I was at the Rolling Meadows ("Rolling Ghettos" chimed in Mrs. locoqueso) Motel 6, when I was awakened at 12:45 AM by a thump. Awakened at 1:30AM by a thump and a bash and swearing. Awakened at 2:00AM by a voice yelling "stop!" Called the front desk where I was wearily assured that they would look into it. Awakened at 3:30 AM by yelling, a thump, a bash, a door slam. I called the front desk to inform them that I was calling the police since they do not bother to pay for security on the property. Chatted with Mr. Officer Man, who chatted with a now very reasonable and mild apologetic drunk domestic abuser. Obtained my tight fury don't"f"withme refund on the spot, and I drove up to locoqueso's town and adjusted the AFM in the dawn's early light, and drank coffee in the local McDonaldsWithNoElectricalOutlets and arrived at locoqueso's house mostly ontime and bleary and discouraged by my fellow Americans.
We had an easy day, locoqueso and I, but I still managed to make it a dramatic mess. His brake pads were clonking in the calipers when you went backwards, then forwards. I helpfully gave him my spare set of ATE brake pads which did not clonk in the calipers, because ATE was the original equipment manufacturer of VW brake pads for ATE brake calipers. Our triumphant test drive devolved into a squealing chirping twittering concert of squeaking brake pads. We returned and removed the disks, sanded them, chamfered the new brake pads, applied a little sound-dampening Ultrablack RTV to the shims, noted that the caps are splitting willy-nilly across all Permatex home automotive products purchased from your FLAPS:
We noted that the caliper pistons were in the exactly-correct orientation, and went on a chastened test drive to see if things were now quiet. Oh no no no. These pads got all squeaky again after getting heated, then allowed to cool a little. Truly awful. I have an order for new Pagid brake pads to install in both locoqueso's '78 Westy, Wilson, and my very own NaranjaWesty, who started the same sort of squeaky chirpchirpchirp today on my new ATE pads as of 1,400 miles ago. ATE pads are on my Don't List. They also seem to disperse a lot of black dust:
Locoqueso sure does have a lot of patience. Three front seal visits! Three engine hesitation visits. Now we are going for two brake pad visits. What a nice car, though. Look at this carpet!
Look at this nice Mercedes 300TD wagon's green interior!
Look at this couple!
I so do hope that the brake pads quiet down!
Took off exhausted at 7:15 or something, and found the WORST ROAD IN AMERICA in WISCONSIN. Then it rained! Like it does every day! But the road, the road, the road was utterly evil, taunting me with jarring impacts and heaves and lunges and cruel concrete edges and worse than that! worse than that! the roads ALSO threw pieces of themselves at Naranja's tender little nose every time a truck would pass me at some ridiculous speed. Then, the road would suddenly stop pounding me and it would be repaved, thankgodthankgod, but this is Wisconsin! they do not know how to pour concrete just like Michigan and the road would jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle over every expansion joint. Then it would rain again. Then the mosquitoes came out in force and quickly coated the windshield and entire front end and finally, they were blasting out the fresh air vents. I finally lost all brain function after 44 straight hours and I "parked" at a furniture store and just gave out.
Woke up this morning in the furniture store parking lot.
There was a busy day in front of me ....
(to be cont)
But first,
I left Go! Big Emma & Compatriots just after a rain shower, and took off for Chicago to see locoqueso. Drove I-74 West to I-57 North, and this year because I am sixty years old, I said to myself, let's take the toll road around Chicago. It'll be an hour quicker, and maybe the road surface will be better. For sixteen years!!! I have refused to take Indiana or Illinois toll roads because I did not want to pay some exorbitant toll on top of the gas taxes too to travel down concrete slabs in lousy condition! I have cooled my heels in Chicago traffic for innumerable hours, crawled along the pitched and heaved pavement with all the other proletariats, to avoid paying those tolls. Why would I pay? Well, this time I paid! I drove the I-294 Toll Road and avoided Chicago for $3.00. Here is all you get for the 2019 Chicago Photo Exhibition:
This year, because I am sixtydamn years-old, I don't care if I look like an idiot. The concrete here resonates with tires and it makes passing cars and truck tires just scream on the surface texture, so I sport lawn mower ear muffs and the Blue-Blocker sunglasses and heck, next year is black socks and sandals, and the year after that, maybe polyester pants up to my ribcage, who knows?
Did not get any sleep, Dead1, did not get any sleep before my appointment with locoqueso on the 26th. I was at the Rolling Meadows ("Rolling Ghettos" chimed in Mrs. locoqueso) Motel 6, when I was awakened at 12:45 AM by a thump. Awakened at 1:30AM by a thump and a bash and swearing. Awakened at 2:00AM by a voice yelling "stop!" Called the front desk where I was wearily assured that they would look into it. Awakened at 3:30 AM by yelling, a thump, a bash, a door slam. I called the front desk to inform them that I was calling the police since they do not bother to pay for security on the property. Chatted with Mr. Officer Man, who chatted with a now very reasonable and mild apologetic drunk domestic abuser. Obtained my tight fury don't"f"withme refund on the spot, and I drove up to locoqueso's town and adjusted the AFM in the dawn's early light, and drank coffee in the local McDonaldsWithNoElectricalOutlets and arrived at locoqueso's house mostly ontime and bleary and discouraged by my fellow Americans.
We had an easy day, locoqueso and I, but I still managed to make it a dramatic mess. His brake pads were clonking in the calipers when you went backwards, then forwards. I helpfully gave him my spare set of ATE brake pads which did not clonk in the calipers, because ATE was the original equipment manufacturer of VW brake pads for ATE brake calipers. Our triumphant test drive devolved into a squealing chirping twittering concert of squeaking brake pads. We returned and removed the disks, sanded them, chamfered the new brake pads, applied a little sound-dampening Ultrablack RTV to the shims, noted that the caps are splitting willy-nilly across all Permatex home automotive products purchased from your FLAPS:
We noted that the caliper pistons were in the exactly-correct orientation, and went on a chastened test drive to see if things were now quiet. Oh no no no. These pads got all squeaky again after getting heated, then allowed to cool a little. Truly awful. I have an order for new Pagid brake pads to install in both locoqueso's '78 Westy, Wilson, and my very own NaranjaWesty, who started the same sort of squeaky chirpchirpchirp today on my new ATE pads as of 1,400 miles ago. ATE pads are on my Don't List. They also seem to disperse a lot of black dust:
Locoqueso sure does have a lot of patience. Three front seal visits! Three engine hesitation visits. Now we are going for two brake pad visits. What a nice car, though. Look at this carpet!
Look at this nice Mercedes 300TD wagon's green interior!
Look at this couple!
I so do hope that the brake pads quiet down!
Took off exhausted at 7:15 or something, and found the WORST ROAD IN AMERICA in WISCONSIN. Then it rained! Like it does every day! But the road, the road, the road was utterly evil, taunting me with jarring impacts and heaves and lunges and cruel concrete edges and worse than that! worse than that! the roads ALSO threw pieces of themselves at Naranja's tender little nose every time a truck would pass me at some ridiculous speed. Then, the road would suddenly stop pounding me and it would be repaved, thankgodthankgod, but this is Wisconsin! they do not know how to pour concrete just like Michigan and the road would jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle over every expansion joint. Then it would rain again. Then the mosquitoes came out in force and quickly coated the windshield and entire front end and finally, they were blasting out the fresh air vents. I finally lost all brain function after 44 straight hours and I "parked" at a furniture store and just gave out.
Woke up this morning in the furniture store parking lot.
There was a busy day in front of me ....
(to be cont)