| I realize that it's been forever and a day since I've updated this site. Let it be known that xanga is not dead, simply slowed down. :) Where to begin...
Recently, my car broke down. The problem that culminated in it not being on the road for the past week was about 2 years in the making, but of course I did nothing to figure out what the problem was until it became so serious that the car should not be driven. The brake pump began making a disturbing noise, cycling every 2 seconds. I took the car to a place recommended to me by a coworker. I arrived at "hasbrook and grandson's professional BS and car repair" at 8 AM. The owner showed up a few minutes later, preceded by a guy who apparently dropped off the owner's lunch. This guy's name was "quick eddy". I chatted a bit with quick eddy about cars, and then waited a few more minutes for Dan Hasbrook, the owner of the shop. Dan unlocked the door, and we went inside the small office, which was full of old-time paraphernalia. Dan and I chatted a bit as I told him about my car. He said "well, I'm gonna' put on some coffee". Not certain what this was an indication of, I decided to stay and see what happened. A skinny man showed up, and then another man with a mixed breed dog (both were Dan's age, they had grey hair). They sat on a stool and on a bench, and started talking with Dan, just about random things. Dan asked me if I took coffee, and I answered "yes, black". He brought me a cup. I sipped the dark brew, and listened to the old men talk. They talked about weather, economy, cars, boats, real estate, men, women, relationships, children, Jimmy Carter; and at one point we all looked out the window and checked out a lady who was doing her early morning jog in black spandex. and then talked about that as well. 'round about 10:30-11:00, the guys left, and Hsbrook and I went into the garage and popped my hood (but not before everyone had a piece of the angel food cake that Dan had brought to this early morning hang-out). We got my car in the power-on position, and I pointed out the noise and where it was coming from. Dan looked at it, and informed me that he doesn't deal with those ABS systems like the one I have. He recommended a place down the road that could diagnose my problem, and didn't charge me a dime for the coffee or the cake or the 5 minutes it took to figure out that he couldn't help me. So I drove down the road, to the recommended garage. Parked my car in front, talked to the lady at the desk, and one of the mechanics was out in a few minutes with his car computer reading machine to see what the problem was...
*to be continued*
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