Cars - can't live with them...

So I've been driving Scooter's car this week, because the radio is broken. (Scooter has my car). Knowing the clown that did the install, I was pretty sure that the electrical taped connections to the wiring harness that I'd done had come loose. I finally got around to soldering the wiring harness in place, and the radio doesn't work. The Cruiser has the same radio, so I've been debating whether to go to the trouble of swapping radios as a test, or filing a warranty claim, because what else could it be but the radio.

As we pulled into Crew meeting, Samara said that the speakers were the problem. So just to humor her, I reach up under the dash to check the speakers and the driver's side's cone is a mess, and pressing in the right spot on the cone on the passenger's side speaker produces sound! This now has become a project to complete Tuesday before I skip town.

Tuesday as I'm scrambling to get final packing at the office done, I get a call from Samara, who was driving Scooter to the doctors office in my car. (Scooter was too tired to drive). The problem was she had hit the curb and popped the right front tire... oh and the right rear was looking pretty low too.

So I bail out of the office, change the front tire (and my spare was low, but this time not totally flat), drive home (closer than the gas station that's a mile from the house) & put air in the right side tires, and drag Samara off to Discount to get the tires fixed. (We made it a half hour before Discount closed). Nothing that money can't solve.

I abandoned Samara and headed off to Sam's Club, because I'd volunteered to pick up the food for our part of the combined 4 ward Mutual activity (tacos and Mexican games), grab dinner at the grocery deli and draft an answer to an email from a Ward member until 2 am. Up at 4:30 to get to the airport for my flight.

Needless to say, the speakers did not get fixed, but at least I know the problem...

AND the solution...

AND I have my car back again.