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Thursday, September 27, 2007

That's my boy

(Last Friday) (I know, I've been lazy, shut up!)

The Chicken: Hey Dad?

Me: Hey Chicken.

Chicken: Do you know how the gas makes the car go?

Me: Yes.

Chicken: Will you tell me?

Me: It's kind of long. Are you going to pay attention?

Chicken: Yes.

Me: Ok. You know how we put the gas into the gas tank, right?

Chicken: Yes.

Me: There's a pump, the fuel pump, that pulls the gas out of the tank and through the fuel line up to the engine.

In the engine the gas goes into the fuel injectors where it's mixed with ordinary air. See, the car runs on air with a little gasoline added. It's about 14:1 air to gas and it's called the "fuel/air mixture."

From there the mixture goes into the cylinders, where combustion happens. Cars are "four stroke" engines, meaning that each piston has four states.

The first is intake, where the piston drops down and creates vacuum pressure to pull the mixture into the cylinder.

Then the valves at the top of the cylinder close and the second stroke begins: compression. The piston moves up to squeeze the mixture.

The third is the power stroke. The spark plug will create, well… a spark inside the cylinder. This makes a little explosion as the mixture ignites. The piston is forced downward, creating all the energy of the engine.

The fourth is exhaust, where the other valve at the top of the cylinder opens and the piston moves up to push out the leftover gases from the power stroke.

Each of the pistons is connected at the bottom to a rod called the cam shaft. The movement of each piston is linked to all the others. When one piston is moving down, another is being pushed up. The little explosion from one piston's power stroke creates the force used in another piston's compression stroke. All of the pistons firing together create a continuous rotation on the cam shaft.

The cam shaft runs into the transmission where a series of gears will adjust how the motion of the cam shaft is used, like different gears on a bicycle.

Different cars do the next part in different ways, but basically the transmission connects to the axle and turns the rotation of the cam shaft into rotation of the axle. The wheels are connected to the axle, so when that turns the car rolls down the road.

(pause)

Me: You understand?

(pause)

Me: Chicken?

Chicken: Oh, sorry, I wasn't listening. Tell me again.

 

(Tuesday night)

Chicken: Mom?

Bunny: Yeah?

Chicken: Do my nails look girly?

Bunny: Your finger nails?

Chicken: Yeah.

Bunny: Lemme see.

(He shows her)

Bunny: They're getting long. They do look a little girly. We should trim those when we get home. Will you remind me to trim your nails when we're at home?

Chicken: I don't want my nails trimmed! How am I going to scratch myself?

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Say wha?

(At the bus stop)

The Chicken: Dad?

Me: Yeah?

Chicken: What's your favorite car?

Me: 1974 series 3 Jaguar XKE convertible, red paint, cream interior.

Chicken: Oh. My favorite car is the slug bug.

Me: Yeah?

Chicken: Yeah. Can you still buy slug bugs?

Me: Yeah, they're a current car. But you and your cousins are the only ones who call it a slug bug.

Chicken: What does everyone else call it?

Me: Volkswagon Beetle.

Chicken: That's it's name?

Me: Yeah.

(pause)

Chicken: Dad?

Me: Yeah?

Chicken: What's your favorite car?

Me: I just told you. 1974 series 3 Jaguar XKE convertible, red paint, cream interior.

(pause)

Chicken: I have no idea what you're saying.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Sniff, sniff… ew!

The inside of my car smells like farts this morning. (And it's totally not my fault.)

Link:

Car stolen twice in one day

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Strange priorities

Strange priorities:
chrome wheels
on a clunker

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Well, that's weird

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed something a little disturbing. Our car showed evidence of an attempted break-in. The doors of our car are capped with a thick piece of black plastic. This particular part is very heavy duty.

A few weeks ago I noticed that the piece was bent out of place. It looked exactly how you might expect it to if someone had pried it back to allow a wire to slide between the door and window.

I naturally assumed that someone had tried to break into the car.

I tried to bend this piece back into place, but it wouldn't budge. It stubbornly remained motionless in that cockeyed position. I assumed it was just bent.

This morning I noticed that piece is not bent, but is in fact popped back into place exactly where it should be. There is no indication that it was ever any other way.

Now, when I fiddled with this piece, I couldn't even get it to move. Not even a little. It was absolutely rigid.

So… do you think maybe the original would-be thief had an attack of conscience and returned to the car with a new part?

Or am I just crazy?

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Nothing lasts forever, even cold November rain…

About thirty minutes ago I went out for some drive-thru breakfast. I've found that Sunday mornings are always a little nicer with breakfast burritos.

It's raining here today.

I think I've discovered a new Murphy's law. Regardless of their age, my windshield wipers always break in the winter.

I was waiting in line in the drive-thru and I noticed the driver's side wiper is falling apart. (That's another Murphy's law: the driver's side wiper will always break first.) The bottom end of this wiper all messed up. The metal piece is separated, the rubber insert is falling out… basically it's fucked.

Which really pisses me off. I was trying to plan ahead and I just bought new blades in August. And that's blades, mind you. I didn't cheap out and buy the crappy inserts. I bought all new blades. And three months later they're falling apart anyway.

That Murphy guy is a prick.