Now its gone beyond the race track.

So I have a contractor start work on replacing the 11 rotted window frames on my house last saturday. It was nice, warm, and sunny. The forecast for the next several days was occasional light rain, nothing major.

So Sunday afternoon comes. They've got most of the 11 windows disassembled. It starts to rain. Guess what? It really hasn't stopped raining since. The work that was supposed to be done by "Tuesday at the latest" still isn't even 1/2 done.
At least it has actually gotten cold... while I DON"T HAVE ANY F*&^ING WINDOWS IN MY HOUSE!!! The heat has run constantly, keeping things at a balmy 55 degrees.

Oh, and they raked all the straw from the beds around my house "to make it easier to work in the area." So now, after 4 days of steady rain, I have this wonderful mud moat around my house.
Its pretty cool. If any potential invaders with an inbred fear of mud try to attack my house, I'm golden.

Scott, not in a good mood.

PS - Did I mention the contractors let my dog out while I was at work? Yep, good stuff.
Being friends with Shultz is hard work, but he's worth it. Mostly.

 

Scott,
If it makes you feel any better my cmpany is 2 months behind on development contracts because of the rain. You can't move dirt or lay pipe in the rain. To us this means about 1/2 a million dollars a day. It's very tense around here.

Morgan - who still has things to do because he his an office bitch.

 

I feel you pain, although it sounds like you've got it a LOT worse than me.

For 2 weeks, I've been living out of one room in the back of my house while wood floors/tile is being installed. I get the occassional shower and get to walk through the mud to get into my "1 bedroom apartment" thanks to all this rain.

Thankfully the contractors haven't let the cat out ... yet.

I bought a shirt from Karl once.

 

"Always look on the bright, si-ide of life...."

</monty python>

At least it's sunny today. Hope you get your windows in soon.

-Chris, who considering that Karl has ridden in his car once is a little nervous about this recent rash of events.

 

It's not the weaterman's fault - God is PO'd. You've obviously done something to upset her...

K

 

Its ok, its rained every day since Sunday, havn't even had time to unload my car and drop the tranny like a wanted, or to get the accord off the jackstands for the expo tomorrow.. (Corey have no Garage)

 

Rain ... that's nothing. It took me 15 hrs to get back from CMP. We hit a major snow storm in PA. Nothing like towing two race cars in the middle of a snow storm .

 

How's this: earlier this week, the contractors who were repairing a co-workers kitchen after it was pretty much destroyed by fire accidently caught it on fire (again) while they were outside. If she hadn't been working from home, overseeing the work, and randomly decided to check their progress...

That's not your standard "alanis irony" there.

She's taking another day off now to baby sit the Civic-sized "smoke eater" that's in her place while she waits for the insurance adjuster... again... also not in a good mood right now.

mark, who sometimes enjoys being a renter.

 

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Last time Karl drove my car, the throttle cable frayed. Last time Karl rode in my car, I hit a deer.

Matt-staying with Karl this weekend, I think

 

I apollogize for the weather, it's my fault. The weather always turns to crap immediately after I mount summer tires on my car.

It started raining two weeks ago when I pulled away from the shop that mounted my new Falkens, and hasn't really stopped since. Except when it snowed. Six inches of snow in April my ***

 

Bah.

Renee and I got Neon swaybar #2 yesterday. Opened the box... wrong part again (Actually a Dodge Dart bar if you can believe that). Called the dealer (angrily) and the dealer called the distribution center. Distribution center reports that they opened every 22mm Neon rear sway bar box they had in stock and found Dodge Dart swaybars in all of them.
Fandamnedtastic.
So, for the third event (this weekend) we will be driving the car unchanged. Our development plan is severely lacking right now.

And Renee's 15 year old daughter backed the brandy new Protege into the garage door frame...

At least its shaping up that I'll have to work about 14 hours today. Today being my birthday. Yeah, great.

I keep trying to tell myself that its not so bad and lots of people in the world are dealing with worse stuff than me (which is true), then I walk into my kitchen where it is kind of windy and cold right now...

Scott, who loves Karl like a brother. Really. No matter how hard it is sometimes.

 

It's not my fault guys, seriously. I even went so far as to buy another car, hoping to contain some of my bustedness within it. Sadly the $1000 BMW is now the best vehicle in the Shultz fleet.

I guess it's appropriate that my job is to break computer software.

 

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Happy Birfday, Uncle Catch. Yer getting to be an old man now, too...

Here's how my day started -- I wake up at about 6:00 a.m. to loud gurgling sounds coming from the mouth and belly of our 1 year old black lab, Sadie. Not a good thing, I'm thinking. Before I can catch up with her, she travels from our bedroom into the master bathroom and proceeds to vomit and crap (we're talking about the highly liquified kind) all over the bath mats and bathroom floor. Not quite the pleasant aroma of fresh coffee brewing that I enjoy smelling in the morning. Throughout my utterances of expletives, I find out from the wifey that Sadie had found her way into one of our bathroom trash cans sometime late during the prior evening and decided to make a bedtime snack out of one of our 2-year old son's used diapers -- and as they say in parenting lingo, it was a "dirty" diaper. Great, we've got a dog who enjoys eating ****-smeared diapers.... How can any animal be that forkin' stupid? Ah yes, I'll take the fecal-flavored milk bone, in the extra large size please. Any one want a beautiful black lab.... for very cheap?

 

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Agreed. Hope you get something nice for your birthday. A dealership's service manager's cojones on a silver platter maybe?
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Casey, you have a lab. More specifically, you have a young lab. Amongst the stupid creatures on earth, they are veritable friggin' monarchy.
And get a Diaper Genie man!

-Chris, who has one, and though they are great, emptying them is less fun than scraping sound deadening material out of your car.

 

Well, my black lab has never displayed a scat fetish. I'm pretty happy about that.

Are you STS'n this Sunday Casey?
We'll be out there truffle hunting in the Neon. Renee will probably do well, I'll probably slide the front around and say alot of bad words.

 

Alas, I won't be racing this Sunday. It's a long, sad, sorted tale. And I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that I'll re-enter the solo II orbit in May. Right now, I'm looking good for both events -- one at TGP and the other at Turner Field. Have fun on Sunday, and good luck to you and Ms. Hines 57.

 

You're going to keep screwing around and miss your opportunity to kick us while we're down.
Right now we're pretty much driving a loud, red John Deere plow.

 

Can't you toe the hell out of the rear end? Not optimal, but works for us Stock-class goons... might help as an interim.

PS- Happy Birthday Scott! At least your truck is not busted... and it has a heater... and so does the dinged Protege... and maybe the Neon too. See? More support for the statement "You can live in your car, but you can't race your house".

 

The issue is that we busted our asses to get the alignment where it is now (zero toe in the rear). The car had a run-in with a piece of railroad tie in the middle of a highway two years ago and the subframe attachment point got tweeked on one side. As a result we had terminal toe-in we couldn't get rid of until we did some hammering and welding to get the subframe attachment straight(ish) again.
The tie incident broke two wheels, bent the front and rear lower control arms, busted a shock, punctured 2 tires, and tweeked the subframe. It was a bad one.

We barely managed to get zero. I don't think toe-out is going to happen and I honestly don't want to mess with it given the trouble we had getting it to where it is.

railroad ties are bad mkay.

 

Don't forget crimped the header .....

 

If it makes you feel any better, my car was out like 0.15 *degrees* right rear toe. Not inches, degrees. This after an off and The Incident. It's fine now, after the second trip to the alignment guy in as many weeks. Whole buncho of toe out in the rear...heh, no wonder it was "a little loose."

Okay, that probably doesn't make you feel any better. But it helped me...

 

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Oops. Forgot about that one.

Toe out is good Karl. Loose is fast

 

Scott,
At CMP: Carafe for coffeee maker MIA. Microwave inop.
Oh, yeah, and a *few* issues with the car....
The Serenity Prayer works for me. That's "Serenity'', Not "Senility'', *******!!
wildman

 

So today the contractors spill paint in my back yard. Not that big of a deal until you get to the part where I didn't realize my dog had stepped in it until after I let him in the house.
Wait, thats not exactly true. I actually didn't realize it until 7 hours later when I got back from the autocross, you know, after the 100 or so doggy footprints had dried on my kitchen floor.

"Softscrub," Hot water, a scrub brush, and about 2 hours on your knees is what it takes to get dried exterior latex paw prints off linoleum. Just in case you guys need to know in the future.

Contractors... still not done. But my windows are back in, so things are looking up.
Oh, the paint they're using isn't matching with whats already there, but I didn't really expect it would. The way this project has gone, why would I?

At least the Neon developed some sort of internal valvetrain issue when Renee was driving it home. Not sure what it is, and frankly neither of us much care right now.

Scott, who's bad week has started to carry over into another one, but at least I have a wicked cool two-tone house.

 

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Paint a big <FONT COLOR="red"><FONT SIZE="20">R</FONT></FONT> on the side of the hizzouse!