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Articles: You can call it a car if you want... |
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Shade on Sunday, November 30, 2003 - 04:27 PM PST
Ok, so we bought a car, we joined the motorized masses, and we can now officially do our part to blow a hole in the ozone; with a vengeance, might I add. It's a diesel. It was born in nineteen eighty-two. It's a Mercedes Benz with more power than god. You know what all that means? It means it's a beautiful old car with all the bloody problems of an old car of any appearance. Now don't get me wrong, cars rock. Having a car means we don't have to walk a mile in the cold to catch a bus and sit behind urine man while psycho lady in front of us blathers on about how the aliens are trying to bring back Kennedy clones to take over the rock and roll industry. It also means we had to fork over six hundred fifty dollars just to drive her off the lot, and then another hundred dollars to get her checked out and another hundred dollars to get the mildew smell out and... well, let me tell you a little story...
I was really enjoying the day I bought the car. I walked out of the house, rode the bus into town with Callei while we talked about how this was going to be the last day we rode the bus by necessity, and how much fun it would be to park the car and hop on the street car when they finished building it sometime in 2025 or thereabouts. We talked about cars in general and the coming winter. Here in New Orleans, winter only truly lasts about two months, and we don't get any of this gentle cooling thing that seems to lock half the US in snow for six months out of the year. We get either hot and sultry or warm and cozy for ten months out of the year, and then for two months, we get concentrated ninth circle of Dantean hell with the devil singing the blues and water pipes bursting faster than you can say "civil-bloody-engineering". But I digress.
So my morning went well, I cruised by a few lots on foot and saw a nice shiny jet black Volvo with an unfortunate mortar blast hole in the motor. I saw a beautiful silver and gold Mercedes which had had a few important bits removed, you know the ones, the drivers seat, the floor underneath it, and of course the steering wheel. I saw a few absolutely beautiful Jags that I would have sold limbs and children for. Not my children mind you, I have none to sell, but I'm sure I could have found a few to hawk on E-bay. Well, I would have followed this course of action had I not been aware of the fact that Jaguars, while beautiful, are often more trouble than a cat high on amphetamine cat-nip in a locked and running shower stall.
So I left the lots of the ditch and infamous and went looking elsewhere, ironically enough, elsewhere involved a short bus ride. By now I was ready to admit that I had my heart set on a Mercedes. Callei and I had owned one previously and it had run like a dream. I had hit a hundred and twenty going up hill once and only my friend pointing this out to me made me notice. So I walked the requisite half-mile to the nearest bus stop, hung around for half an hour, walked another half a mile thinking I would surely get to my destination before the bus could get to me, and then caught a passing bus so that I could ride the thing for an entire two blocks before hurriedly pulling the bell pull and walking backwards a block to get to the next lot. Here I found the car of our dreams. It was, and still is for that matter, a gunmetal gray (no, not primer gray, gun-metal, as in it gleams.) 1982 Mercedes Benz diesel Turbo behemoth that probably weighed more than the parking lot on which it loomed.
I waited about half an hour for a salesman to approach, this should have been a hint, finally someone noticed me sweltering in the late October heat and sauntered over to ask if they could help. I arranged for a test drive, and after they had jump-started the car, I happily pulled the car into traffic and promptly fell in love. This car had power; you could feel it growling under the hood. It steered like a dream and when I hit the brake it stopped right where I told it too. I promptly offered the guy a quarter of the asking price and waited two hours for him to contact his boss to OK my offer. Finally, I wrote a check, took the keys and drove away, after another jump-start. The guy reassured me that it was just the battery running low on juice and after running the car for a few minutes it should start again just fine. So I took him at his word, drove around for five minutes, stopped at a gas station to refill my seriously empty tank, and the car started right back up happily!
The car even started happily half an hour later after I parked it near the place where Callei and I work, waited for her to get off work and then drive us home. It didn't start after we got out of the store, a half a mile from home, at seven at night with both arms full of groceries. In a fit of pique, we gave up, grabbed our laundry and headed for home, in the dark, tired, frustrated and determined not to be beaten by this.
The next morning we got some scary grease-monkey/checkout bagger to give us a jump-start, took the car to the shop, and took the bus to work. As it turned out, it was not in fact the battery being drained, or even dead. The battery was fine, great even, the alternator on the other hand...well, let's not talk about the alternator, let's talk about the fact that once we got the alternator fixed, the car wouldn't stop. No, don't get me wrong, the brakes worked fine, although they were getting a bit stiff all the sudden, but when you turn the little key counter-clockwise, the car is supposed to stop, or at least that is my understanding of automotive physics. In my case, the only effect turning the key, removing it from the ignition slot and putting it in my pocket achieved is that when I began to drive again thinking that this was kind of nifty, the steering locked which evoked a hurried and somewhat panic struck search for my keys so that I could unlock the wheel and drive out of the middle of the road.
So back to the shop we go, back on the bus got I when I realized that I had run out of checks, and worse than that I had run out of money in the bank account. So, I hopped on the bus, walked half a mile home, grabbed my checkbook, walked half a mile back to the bus stop, caught the bus back to the shop, waited an additional two hours with no water or booze, and then proceeded to dribble the check into their cash register. Strangely enough, the bank cashed it and just asked not very politely that I reimburse them fifty bucks for their trouble. In the meantime, the car still won't stop, well, technically it will. I just have to pop the hood when I park, open the hood and press the button on the engine clearly marked "Stop". Silly me, why didn't I think of that? Well, actually, in my automotive imbecility, I did. I thought I could somehow divine the mysterious cause of my car's tenacity by looking at the engine with the age old puzzled expression of car illiterates the world over. In this case I did not find the cause, but the solution was a clear as the candy apple like red button on the engine marked stop. So I held my breath, took my life into my own hands, leaned into the running engine and pushed the button. When no sirens started, the universe continued to appear solid around me and miraculously enough, the car stopped. I stood up again, rubbed my hands together in satisfaction, rubbed them again on the seat of my pants in disgust, and went to go tell Callei that I had bought a car.
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Re: You can call it a car if you want...
by Meranda_Jade (Meranda@mymind.com)
on Nov 30, 2003 - 08:40 PM
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Problems aside, it sounds like a beauty. May she live long and start well in foul weather...
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Re: You can call it a car if you want... by Shade (Shade@Gothcult.com) on Dec 04, 2003 - 11:26 AM (User info | Send a Message) http://www.hotelshade.com | Thanks so much for the well wishes. She really is a wonderful car and we love her already. And she has a moon roof! How cool is that? I've never had anything remotely convertible like before so I'mm excited about h\getting to roll back the little b\panel and blow my cigarette smoke out through the roof. |
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Re: You can call it a car if you want...
by Ironboots on Nov 30, 2003 - 11:51 PM
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There's a big red button on the engine that says 'stop'?
Wait... 1982 mercedes... Is this one of those weird behind-the-iron-curtain soviet cars? Or do all diesel cars have red buttons on them?
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Re: You can call it a car if you want... by Arthegarn on Dec 01, 2003 - 08:59 AM (User info | Send a Message) | If it was a behind-the-courtain car, it wouldn't be a Mercedes... and most definitely STOP wpuldn't be in English.
Good lock with your car, cpuple, it's even okder than mine. Is it a true Mercedes, with manual gear and all? |
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Re: You can call it a car if you want... by Shade (Shade@Gothcult.com) on Dec 04, 2003 - 11:29 AM (User info | Send a Message) http://www.hotelshade.com | I think all Diesel Mercedes have the stop button. It's something to do with the fact that the entire car is run with a vaccuum system and a tiny pinprick anywhere in the system will make the locks stop auto-locking, the brakes get a little stiff and the engine stops turning off when you turn the key. It's actually no big deal it's just a little expensive to fix. But I guess because it's such a standard thing they [ut the stop button on there so that the car can be turned off easily. |
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Re: You can call it a car if you want... by Shade (Shade@Gothcult.com) on Dec 04, 2003 - 06:48 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://www.hotelshade.com | Nah, the car's not in that much trouble, especially since it's being good and getting us back and forth from work on a regular basis. Hell, since we're dropping him off at a valet parking lot most mornings the stop button isn't even my problem half the time! And now that we've gotten new shows for the car he runs much happier. The old ones were well, really old. |
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Re: Car Quiz
by Domkitten (saradevil@saradevil.com)
on Dec 01, 2003 - 08:18 PM
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I used to listen to a lot of Car Talk (god bless NPR) when I was in the states, and I miss it. They had a special Car Quiz about the Mercedes Deisel which was for a long time very popular with the traveling salesmen because of the reliabilty of the car and the good gas mileage in gets. The quiz question was this...
One cold winter evening a gentleman walked into a motorlodge late at night to aquire room. The place was out of the way, and empty, and he looked to be the only person spending the evening. The proprieter behind the desk asked him what he did for a living, and he answered that he was a salesman. After that the proprieter gave him a room on the second floor and sent him off for the night. The question is: Why did salesman get a room on the second floor?
I suspect many will cheat to find the answer, but I'm kinda curious what kinda guesses people will make. If no one gets it right, I'll post it in a couple of days.
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Re: Car Quiz by Domkitten (saradevil@saradevil.com) on Dec 06, 2003 - 05:04 AM (User info | Send a Message) http://www.saradevil.com | Alright well it has been a couple of days.
So why did the salesmen get a room on the second floor.
Well apparently the old mercedes benz cars were incredibly reliable and frequently used by those in the proffesion of working from their car. They only had one problem. You had to plug the engine in overnight to keep it from stalling in the morning. Knowing that the salesmen would plug in his car, the proprietor needed only to wait, and later could go out and pull the plug after the salesmen had gone to sleep. Saving himself a lot of money.
I thought this was interesting anyway. So Shade, do you have to plug in your car as well?
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Re: Car Quiz by callei on Dec 06, 2003 - 05:51 AM (User info | Send a Message) http://http:// | no but we do have to let it warm up a bit, the heating element thing that warms the fuel so that it will combust right.
But that part is silent. |
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Re: You can call it a car if you want...
by Anya on Dec 02, 2003 - 06:43 AM
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Sounds like a nice car you got there. Hope it brings good travels.
I do have a question, though: what's the gas...or better yet. diesel mileage? I'm asking because the hip car here are SUV's and those guzzle at the rate of at least 8 miles per gallon (one big reason why I do not like them apart from 1/2 of California car population being them).
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Re: You can call it a car if you want... by callei on Dec 04, 2003 - 06:23 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://http:// | the milage is about 20 miles to the gallon. and we can beat sports cars off the line... |
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Re: You can call it a car if you want...
by chameleon on Dec 04, 2003 - 05:54 PM
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I just can't wait to get a car! I want a big fat cadillac! Oh yeah, you heard me, a big fat black cadillac ~ and then I'm going to take out the engine and put in a more efficient one! Imagine, a cadillac with good gas mileage! As the song goes, I've got some high hopes :P
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Re: You can call it a car if you want... by Shade (Shade@Gothcult.com) on Dec 04, 2003 - 06:50 PM (User info | Send a Message) http://www.hotelshade.com | Lol, if you had a caddy that got good gas mileage you'd probably poke a hole in the space time continuum from the unbelievability of it all. |
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