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Stay locked, damn it!

On the way in this morning it started to rain a little bit so I turned on the wipers. That’s the point when my day turned sour because all of a sudden my car problem started occurring once more.

Damn it!

The car was doing well for the past week or so. I wasn’t having any issues with the lights at night. I didn’t attempt to use the wipers because frankly I was afraid that the problem would reappear. Go figure that it took a bit of rain to get me to actually test them out.

On the train, all I could think about was how draining this issue was. I’m spending a lot of energy just taking the car in to let the mechanic have a look. My mind was going through some tough scenarios. For example, what if the mechanic just can’t find the issue? I can’t risk driving at night in the wintertime with the problem there. What if the lights cut out and the wipers stop working during a storm? That’s not only a safety hazard to myself but also to everyone around me. In my worst case scenario, I’d have to look for another new/used car. That’s all well and good, but damn, can I even afford to go down that route? Those financial experts on TV say that a person’s debt load should not go over 32% of the person’s net income. Well, with my mortgage on the horizon I don’t think I can reasonably swing making car payments with going into 50-60%. That’s certainly no way to live, is it? I was feeling downright sick to my stomach thinking about how all of this will relate to my income. Sure, I can afford a car, but if it means relying on Mr. Noodle for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a good long while then there just isn’t any sense in doing in.

Oh, but of course, there’s no point freaking out about hunting for a car just yet. I have to wait and see what the mechanic has in mind. I’m certainly still have faith in his abilities. However, this type of thing may be beyond anyone’s ability. That kind of scares me.

The exorcism of the Sunfire

For the past few days I’ve been waiting for the mechanic to call to give me updates on my car. This morning I couldn’t wait any longer and called to get an update. It turns out that someone tossed the piece of paper from his pad that had a good bunch of client phone numbers on it. Not cool. I was more than willing to forgive him for that though when he told me that he fixed my car’s problem. If you recall, my car has been having some strange really hard to produce electrical issues involving the headlights, door locks and windshield wipers. I joked that the car was actually possessed. Well, he finally decided to reflash the body control module, and afterward he’s had absolutely no problems. He’s been driving it around for three days without the problem happening even once.

When I came in to pick it up I was absolutely happy to be getting my keys back. I like public transport because in a way it keeps me grounded. However, GOD, I can’t believe how much I missed my car. On my way back home I turned on the radio and played whatever CD was still in the player. I turned up the volume and blasted CSS.

Let’s reggae all night, YEAH!

I’ll monitor how it behaves but I’m confident that it’ll be fine. I have no problem recommending this mechanic to other people. He was friendly, knowledgeable and professional.

Now, time to do some more driving!

ETA: On second thought…

Broken down chariot

Just for kicks I brought out my tarot deck and dredged my mind for hints about how my car maintenance issue would proceed. After a thorough shuffle, I dealt out the first two cards to identify the issue. The cards that came up: Chariot (reversed) and the 8 of Pentacles.

I laughed out loud and how bang on appropriate that was.

The Chariot card represents an archetype someone of control over something. Having it reversed might indicate that the control isn’t quite working. The 8 of Pentacles depicts a man working hard–carving symbols into the disks.

On a more superficial level, the fact that I’m asking about my car and I pulled up the Chariot card amuses me. Having it reversed kind of mimics the idea of the car still functioning but not entirely working in perfect condition–certainly parts of it are out of control. In my mind, the 8 represent the mechanic working on the broken down chariot. Heh.

After dealing out the whole spread, the whole message was that I’d feel a little bit of despair (self–5 of Cups), but the mechanic will be friendly and overall charitable toward me (others–6 of Cups). After a lot of patience he would persevere and come up with a solution after a sudden spark of energy/creativity gets him (possible outcome position had Strength, while the outcome position had the Ace of Wands).

This was all in good fun. It’s always interesting to see if a coherent story can be weaved from all of the images and archetypes displayed. It is irrelevant whether what I pieced together will really happen. I just know that I should remain positive about this whole car thing because the guy is obviously giving it his best shot on this ridiculously tough car problem. I can only hope that he’ll pull through. I kind of have faith that he will.

Why I commute the way I do

Well, I dropped off my car at the mechanic that specializes in electrical problems. Hopefully he can determine the exact issue. I’ve allowed him to have my car overnight, just so he can see for himself just how bad the issue is.

Hint: it’s pretty damn awful.

So, well, since I had to leave the car I had to take transit all the way into the downtown core. I usually cut out part of the trip by transit by driving to a subway station. Today I took the 39E Finch East bus to the station. This is one of the busiest bus routes in the system. No kidding. When I got on it was already packed. With a large steeped tea in hand I was struggling to find something to grab onto. The driver seemed to be fond of accelerating and slowing down unreasonably. Or maybe the close quarters were just amplifying every single bump in the road for me. The density of human bodies raised the temperature and triggered sweating for me. It was like that until we got to one of the high schools where a good chunk of riders got off.

All in all, I got to work about 20 minutes later than I would have if I drove part of the way in. I really don’t think it’s that bad. Or…perhaps I’ve just gotten used to having ridiculously long commutes despite being within the city boundaries. Seriously. Commuting in from the far reaches of Scarborough is a very time-consuming task. It takes the same amount of time for me to drive out west to where I used to go to university, and that was some ways out.

I think my bus experience this morning underlines for me why I drive in to the subway stations. I don’t mind subways or streetcars because they have a high(er) capacity. On a good day I can enjoy the ride in peace with a sense of my personal space still being respected. And the ride is usually fairly smooth because of the movement being guided by tracks. Makes sense, right? With buses, they’re usually packed and very much a stop/go/stop/go affair. There are more factors contributing to the speed of a bus trip, such as traffic and embarking/disembarking. All in all, even though I have to spend money on gas, I don’t mind doing so because it gives me an opportunity to bypass the bus. I guess I’m lucky in that I have the luxury of having that option.

Faith in the dealership

I’m losing faith the the dealership mechanics. I’ve put up with my car’s electrical issue for a while now. If you recall, there was an issue with the headlights/wipers turning off intermittently and unlocking the doors at the same time only to come back on moments later. It hasn’t been so bad because the summer months have had a lot of daylight. Now that the days are getting shorter, I’ve felt more and more pressure to get the issue resolved. I mean, can you imagine me driving through a winter storm in the dark, only to have the lights cut out and the wipers die on me? No, that’d be dangerous not only for me but for everyone else around me. It’s kind of embarrassing now to have the lights go on and off because it sort of looks like I’m flashing the car in front of me–albeit slowly.

Being that this was likely a complicated issue, I took it to a GM dealership mechanic. I figured that they should be able to pick the problem out pretty easily. The first time I brought it in that weren’t able to recreate the issue. They suggested that I bring it in one day and leave it for them to try driving it around to produce the problem. Fine. In the meantime I drove it around trying to figure out what the triggers are. Eventually the maintenance light appeared so I brought it in figuring they could use that as a new starting point. Once again, they found nothing. Given that they had two attempts, I decided that they wouldn’t be able to solve my issue.

One or two months passed before that cracked mirror event happened. With this other dealership I thought that I might have more luck with them. So, I brought my car in this morning and gave them as many details as I could. I waited in the lounge for about two hours. Given that they were taking much longer with my car than the other place I was hoping that they were pursuing some sort of lead. Unfortunately, they came back to me saying that they couldn’t find the source of the problem. They said it wasn’t the body control module. They also said that they checked all of the wiring for short circuits, but didn’t find any problems. I was sorely disappointed, but not angry because it really did look like they gave it a good effort.

They suggested that I bring it in and leave it for a day to let them really put my car to the test. Well, I was inclined to do so. As I was going to pay for minimal service charges, another guy in the lounge suggested that I head to this other mechanic that seems to specialize in obscure electrical issues. He said he had an electrical problem that the dealers weren’t able to fix–but apparently this other mechanic found the source. Hmm. Well, I drove on over and they told me that they wouldn’t be able to take me today. Just like the others he suggested that I leave it with them for a day to allow them to do diagnostics. Well, that sort of leave me in a dilemma. I need to get this thing fixed, but which is the better option? To be honest, I think I want to give this other mechanic a try–but do I trust him? Do I trust that the dealership people would be able to solve the issue themselves?

At this point, I think I’m going to try leaving the car with the electrical guy on Monday. If he can’t find the issue, I’m going to leave the car with the dealership on Tuesday. This whole thing is starting to become rather ridiculous. If I can’t find a solution, I think I might be at a point where buying a new car would suddenly be something I would consider. Damn it though, I really don’t need to be at that point–not now with so many things looming on the horizon.

Cracked mirror

I’ll save y’all from another post on running for now–there’ll be plenty of time for that tomorrow. I’m trying to conserve my energy (such as it is) so when my mother asked me to go with her to Walmart to show her how to work that digital picture machine I was kind of put off. It was raining so I parked in a garage area with some cover overhead. Spots were few and far between, so I eventually settled for a spot next to a concrete pillar. It was a tight fit, but I made it in.

At Walmart we chose the photos and submitted them for developing. I swear, my mother would be so capable of doing these on her own if she’d only show some interest in learning, you know? Anyway, we had an hour to kill so I just wandered around the mall. After what seemed like an eternity of just aimlessly wandering from store to store we met back in Walmart. I was tired and kind of hitting some low-level energy levels. I thought about that and found it to be extremely odd because I’m usually still all right midday. Instead though, I was irritable and just wanted to be back at home curled up in bed. We were supposed to head to the supermarket after but my mother decided that we should just go home. I guess my mood was pretty obvious. Weeell…that can’t be helped. I’m not about to start masking everything now.

Aaaanyway.

We got in the car and I started backing out. I was thinking about how shitty I was feeling. I turned over to my right and started turning. Suddenly, we were both startled by this loud crack. What the fuck?! My side mirror caught the pillar that I had parked beside and completely broke off. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I mean, it was a bit past noon on a Saturday. Would people be available at such a time to replace the thing right away? I needed to take my car downtown to the race. My mind was being pulled in so many directions. I was freaking out.

I got home and started calling several GM dealerships. I finally found one that would take me, but they were closing in an hour so I had to rush over. I actually took my car on the highway. I basically stayed in one lane the whole time just to minimize the risk of anything else bad happening. Occasionally I’d look at the broken mirror expecting to see behind me but of course I couldn’t see anything–it’s such an odd feeling.

Anyway, $275 later all is well and everything is fixed. I need to take a nap to get my stress levels back to normal levels. Enough is enough, damn it.

Day 4: Nagoya and Kyoto

Day 4: Nagoya and Kyoto

Our rest in Tokyo was pretty short lived. We left early and headed for Nagoya. Nagoya is where you find Toyota City–home of Toyota headquarters. We had signed up to take a tour of the plant. We got to Nagoya, and took a train out into the burbs. From the Toyota station we took a cab out to the Toyota exhibition hall. It’s a long way out there to Toyota City. The complex is mind-bogglingly huge. Seriously, it’s like every building in the area was related to the company somehow.

When we got into the exhibition hall we walked into a presentation that occurs prior to the beginning of every tour. We walked into this Japanese crowd oohing and aahing over this trumpet playing robot. I don’t know how it works, or really like, whether it’s actually blowing air into the darn thing or just pretending. Regardless, it looked pretty cool. The second part of the presentation involved some sort of proof of concept personal transportation device. There was this CG video played on an overhead screen that showed the vehicle on the highways. To me it just seems unrealistic. I mean, if a Mack truck and that device played a game of chicken, there would no doubt be a bunch of splatter on the road.

After the presentations, we were herded onto buses to take us over to one of the manufacturing plants. It took us 15 minutes to get there from the exhibition hall. As we were taken deep into the bowels of the company, the scenery fully reminded me of some sort of scene from a Bond movie where a fight scene takes place in a warehouse of sorts. Crazy. Out of the four main areas, we were shown welding and assembly. Now, welding sure is an interesting area. We were taken above the production lines. As the frames went along, they’d stop and then this army of robot arms would just go nuts welding things into place. It was mesmerizing. The movements they made were so precise. It seemed like the robots were quite alive and had minds of their own. I’m not usually one to dwell on such things, but that is a feat of engineering. Now, robots didn’t do all of the work. There are some manned stations too to manually weld some parts together. It was all pretty damn cool.

After welding we were sent over to assembly where we really got to see things taking shape. I mean, in welding, what we saw were just frames. They were merely shells. By the time they’re in assembly they’re really more recognizably vehicles. Does that make sense? For this area, instead of robots, most stations were manned. People were busy at their stations, doing the things they do best. On this one production line, where the Prius and Camry were being put together, we saw this one person go into each car and honk the horn just to make sure that it was working. It was fun to watch. I noticed that down the line, some cars had steering wheels on the left side while others had it on the right. It showed that the production line isn’t just for Japan, but a lot of those cars would eventually hit foreign shores. It was pretty damn cool.

So, that was Nagoya. For there we made a quick jump on over to Kyoto. Whoo, if there’s any place in the country that has a distinctly “Japanese” feel to it, this city is it. It’s a big mix of traditional and modern, all living together in some weird symbiotic existence. It’s a really interesting place to visit, and really it’s a pity that I didn’t have so much time to spend there. Anyway, my friend took me over to Kiyomizu-dera which is a temple complex. We got off the bus and started hiking up this steep road. The road was lined with food outlets and souvenir shops. If I had time I would have at least stopped frequently to see if there was anything that I wanted to take home. Alas, I was just busy rushing through. About halfway up the hill, it started to rain a little bit. I thought nothing of it and kept heading up. My friend had already seen the place twice, so he told me that he’d just be waiting along the souvenir street while I’d check the place out. I agreed. As I kept going up the hill, the rain started pouring harder and harder. Inside the temple complex, there really wasn’t much choice but to go out into the rain if I wanted to see all that needed to be seen there. I eventually got to the souvenir area and decided ot pick up a charm or two. The lady inside asked me flat out, daijōbu desu ka (are you alright)? I said I was alright, and kept on going deeper in. Yes I was soaked, but I was enjoying the rain. I mean, considering the situation I was in, this was all quite unreal. Did you know that Kiyomizu means “pure water”? Well, I sure got it that day. I hit a point though where I just got tired of being in the rain. So, instead of heading further in I just started making my way back. As I was returning, I passed by many couples and got some amused looks. Hey, look at that foreigner that’s soaked to the bone! Yeah, that was me! All I did was put on a smile and move on like nothing was wrong. I felt fine.

We took the bus over to the Gion district and walked back to the hotel from there. I got changed into something dry, after which we took the bus over to a restaurant in the northwest end. We ate at a place where my friend’s boss used to work (to learn Japanese, apparently). My friend made a call ato his boss, and the boss made a call to the restaurant asking them to treat us well. The place was really awesome. The restaurant was called Kushinhachi which really roughly translates to “8 skewers”. It specialized in skewered food. You sit at a bar around the pit area where the cooks are. Off the menu you can pick fried stuff, or grilled stuff and they’d set it all out in front of you. With most skewers costing ¥50 – ¥150, it was all cheap but filling. I loved the place! When people would walk in, the cooks would all pause and greet the people rather loudly. They’d do the same when people leave the restaurant. It was all quite charming.

Ah, Kyoto was a lot of fun. Again, I wish I had more time to take in more of the cultural bits. It’s OK though. The little memories that I carry with me are valuable enough.

Possessed vehicle

I swear, there’s something wacky going on with the car. After eating out tonight, I got in the car and flipped on the lights. The parking lights came on but the headlights remained off. Strangely, the act of turning on the lights actually unlocked the car. I tried to manually push the latch to lock the car but it felt like the motor was forcing it open. I turned the lights off and on a few times, and whenever I switched it on I heard the sound of the car unlocking. I pressed the automatic lock and the latch didn’t budge. I tried the wipers and they refused to move either.

I shut the car off and turned it back on. It didn’t really have any effect though–the headlights still wouldn’t come on. I sat around wondering what the heck to do, but moments later the headlights came on, the doors were lockable and the wipers worked once more.

What the heck? This isn’t the first time this sort of thing happened. I’ve seen this behaviour before but didn’t really pay too much attention to it. I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation to it all, but at the same time it’s kind of amusing to be able to say that I am the owner of a possible possessed vehicle. Ha!

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