by Scott Creighton
Hi folks. This morning I am packaging up Eclipsius and pushing him down the street to a real mechanic. Apparently my auto mechanic skill-sets were not up to the task this time around and I was lucky enough to find a local shop which would finish the latest head gasket project for a reduced fee. I still don’t know if it’s the gasket or a cracked head, but I think in terms of how it went bad (without overheating) that chances are it’s simply the gasket coupled with the fact that I didn’t have the head shaved last year when I replaced the gasket at that time. Yeah, that was pretty stupid.
Anyway… if you need me I’ll be on the road pushing my rock up the hill seeing if I can get it to a mechanic before my leg blows up. Should be fun, right?
So cross your fingers. Say a little prayer. Sacrifice a chicken. Do whatever it takes to appease whatever Gods you worship. I will see you guys in a little bit.
And oh yeah… the Redskins suck. 😦