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digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineThe good mood of earlier in the week has disappeared in a cloud of metal filings and evaporated lubricant (and, no, that's not the aftermath of me having particularly industrial sex, though I did get fucked by a machine).
My transmission shit the bed to the tune of $3,500 (full replacement, including the clutch), the apparent cause being the failure to (securely) affix the fill plug by the service station that did my oil change on 4/16. Insurance company has been engaged, and the first person there I spoke with said this is covered by my comprehensive stuff, so I will initially only be out of pocket for the deductible ($500), and they are going to see about going after the service station to get that back for me.
I asked the guy at the dealership if there was a six- or seven-speed manual available as an upgrade option, since I'm going to be replacing the whole thing anyway. I don't think he thought I was serious, but said "no" anyways.
I'm glad it occurred to me to call the insurance company b/c I remembered they offer free rental car coverage for a claims-worthy event. It's going to take a week to get the replacement transmission in, at least, so I'm gonna be driving some strange wheels in the interim. Tonight is going to include a quick trip to get all my stuff out of the car and see if I have a copy of the work order/receipt from the oil change appointment to give to the insurance company.
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In terms of iron that I am actually imposing *my* will on, instead of vice versa, it's my de-load week with Josh's program, which is a fancy way weightlifters have of saying, "I'm taking it easy on purpose to rest and recover." I honestly have a hard time doing this, because, even though I hit the DOMS wall in a big way last weekend, I still feel like I'm slacking off if I don't at least hit a 7/10 in terms of workout intensity. But, that's what the experienced and strong dude says to do, and I've paid for his advice and guidance, so I'm listening to it.
Those of you on the book of faces will have seen the new denizen of the garage - a little black and white puffball I've named Mayday. MD has come out of the garage, and was clambering up and along the edge of the garden this morning. I expect it to be on the front porch with the rest of the minions eating solid food soon.
My transmission shit the bed to the tune of $3,500 (full replacement, including the clutch), the apparent cause being the failure to (securely) affix the fill plug by the service station that did my oil change on 4/16. Insurance company has been engaged, and the first person there I spoke with said this is covered by my comprehensive stuff, so I will initially only be out of pocket for the deductible ($500), and they are going to see about going after the service station to get that back for me.
I asked the guy at the dealership if there was a six- or seven-speed manual available as an upgrade option, since I'm going to be replacing the whole thing anyway. I don't think he thought I was serious, but said "no" anyways.
I'm glad it occurred to me to call the insurance company b/c I remembered they offer free rental car coverage for a claims-worthy event. It's going to take a week to get the replacement transmission in, at least, so I'm gonna be driving some strange wheels in the interim. Tonight is going to include a quick trip to get all my stuff out of the car and see if I have a copy of the work order/receipt from the oil change appointment to give to the insurance company.
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In terms of iron that I am actually imposing *my* will on, instead of vice versa, it's my de-load week with Josh's program, which is a fancy way weightlifters have of saying, "I'm taking it easy on purpose to rest and recover." I honestly have a hard time doing this, because, even though I hit the DOMS wall in a big way last weekend, I still feel like I'm slacking off if I don't at least hit a 7/10 in terms of workout intensity. But, that's what the experienced and strong dude says to do, and I've paid for his advice and guidance, so I'm listening to it.
Those of you on the book of faces will have seen the new denizen of the garage - a little black and white puffball I've named Mayday. MD has come out of the garage, and was clambering up and along the edge of the garden this morning. I expect it to be on the front porch with the rest of the minions eating solid food soon.
