Raf at 9, Stuart at 10, diagnosis on SOB by 10:30 — the water pump is shot in SOB. Damn. $300 is the best guess, but considering how much stuff needs to get removed to get to the water pump, might be more:
- transmission cooler
- oil cooler
- air conditioner condenser
- radiator
Four hours later he is at least to the water pump. And I’ll have to get the air conditioner recharged since that had to come off. Add more $$$. Damn.
On the upside, it’s starting to look pretty. Paint and wax should be done tomorrow:
So, TuesDate. Was going to be Kevin, but Wednesday’s blind date had band practice cancelled and was excited to get together a day earlier — and Kevin was kind enough to switch to tomorrow night for dinner.
Meeting tonight at the Reading Gaol pub on 65th. I haven’t been there, but the name is based on an Oscar Wilde epic poem of which here is a small quote:
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Wish me luck — oh, didn’t I ask for that on Sunday as well?
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