This week has been going pretty shitty and so I didn’t want to go out anywhere. I am not happy with work, and I tried to change the oil in my Lincoln LS only to drain my transmission fluid by accident then over fill my oil. A half dozen trips out to get more supplies later and I am just going to have to get it towed to a transmission shop where some guy who never finished high school and makes more money than me can fix my mistake. I have not been able to depend on people lately and have been living by the motto that anytime you have someone else do something for you they will screw it up. Well, as it turns out, I can do quite a bit of screwing up all by myself apparently. That’s what I get for wanting to save a little money. The pisser about it is that I don’t even get to drive that car. I own it but it essentially belongs to my girlfriend who uses it both to get to work and as a mobile trashcan.
Earlier, I had taken my Boxster S into the Porsche dealer to get it serviced and I complained about white smoke billowing out of my car on start up. They said, “Oh, they just do that.” Are you fucking kidding me? 10 minutes on Google and I found this article. I had the problem diagnosed in 15 minutes and ordered the parts I needed. The dealer charged me over $1700 for the stuff they did decide they wanted to work on. This is what my car is doing:
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Anyway, I own a pinball machine and I took a picture of it this week.