Bless me, Mother, for I have sinned. It's been five weeks since my last post to this thread.
Shortly after I wrote about cleaning the mass air meter and then not being able to start the car at all, I was introduced to the SECOND hazard associated with living in Paradise (the first being Poison Ivy). I seem to have picked up a case of Lyme Disease.
Bitten by a little bug hardly bigger than this . and laid low like the worst case of flu of my life. Thankfully, it doesn't last long and the prescription results in a 48-hour turnaround time. I did get to meet my doctor for the first time (I do not like doctors - they're always looking for trouble), but I'm glad I came to him armed with a self-diagnosis (thank you, Dr. House). The internets are wonderful, and I was able to fully research the condition before setting foot in his office. Naturally, he would do nothing without a full "bloodwork", so I had to wait another three days.
When he called me, he started with, "Well, you don't have syphilis." Idiot. On House, the problem is more usually gonorrhea, not syphilis - and who asked him to test for that, anyway? I've got a 5" welt on my ANKLE, not my dick.
My prostate appears to be fine (again... did I ask?), cholesterol is good, he'd like to retest for thyroid (it was off by "tenths", not all that worrisome, but it seems to be his best chance to stick me with a long-term prescription, and doctors aren't happy unless their patients are on meds; I'll have none of that, thanks), and (finally) the results for Lyme Disease were indeterminate. But, since the symptoms were fairly OBVIOUS, he started my on the antibiotics. (Thank you, Dr. Duh.) Like I said, after 48 hours, the recovery was impressive. Just in time for my week's vacation at the Finger Lakes of New York...
I also found out that yes, our dog (dubbed "Shelby" by the girls) can swim. Like an otter. Her first experience with open water went very well, although she was very hesitant to jump off the dock. She preferred to run around and come into the water from the shoreline. I spent a week tossing a tennis ball into the lake and watching her retrieve the thing. (She is, after all, primarily a Labrador. But even Labs don't necessarily know "a priori" how to swim. Jean brought along a Doggie Life Jacket, just in case, but it only got in the way, really. Dog is part fish.)
Anyway...
So I cleaned the mass air meter, and the car wouldn't start. All systems were GO when I turned the key to ON, but no ignition. My first thought (hope) was clogged fuel filter, but then I started thinking coil.
Turns out that I bought myself a new distributor and ignition module. Threw in a new cap and rotor, too.
When the car's in the shop and they tell me what's needed, I okay the repairs, hoping to get the car back as soon as possible. (I'm just no good to anyone when Baby's in the shop.) Given my druthers, if I know what parts need replacing, I like to pull out my Mustangs Unlimited catalog and go shopping for upgrades, but I didn't want to delay the repairs. In hindsight, I probably could have gotten significantly better parts for not much more money... Ah, well.
Also had the turn signals fixed, while it was in. Those hand signals don't work so good at night, and it was becoming bothersome lowering the window (especially in the rain) to signal a turn.
When all was said and done, I found that TFrog still doesn't run well. Cleaning the mass air meter had no effect on the original problem - it runs very rough at start-up in the morning, wanting to stall out, and the idle is borderline when warmed up. I'll throw a couple of cans of injector cleaner into the gas tank this week, but I doubt that's the problem, either. The car is running rich, not lean..
After a month with TFrog sitting in my garage, it is an absolute joy to drive it again. With CFrog having lost its overdrive, I tend to keep my speed to between 55-60 on the highway. TFrog has no such restrictions. I go from being one of the slowest cars on the road to one of the fastest. And it's a fascinating contrast in perspectives.
CFrog: Stinkin' tailgaters. If they could drive worth a lick, they'd PASS me and not sit on my back bumper. Idiots.
TFrog: Why is this person camped out in the left lane, doing 65 in a 55 zone? Move the %*%@ over, and let me by!
I get to see the best of both worlds.
dwight
> What the hell did I do? All I really did was take a Q-Tip to a couple of
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