I’m supposed to get my car back from the mechanic today. I was going to tell you the awesome tale of how it got fucked up over the supposed episode recording that was gonna take place during the weekend. As you all know, that didn’t happen.
For all of you who don’t know, I’m the proud owner of a 2004 Nissan Murano, and last week something wicked its way came. I was backing out my parking spot when I suddenly noticed that the steering had become harder than my abs. It was almost completely locked. At the same time I started hearing a weird creaking noise coming from the engine, so I stopped. I looked under the car and saw a puddle of liquid which I assumed to be the power steering liquid. I also assumed that I was not going anywhere in this car that day.
So I called the mechanic to send a tow truck over to pick up my crippled vehicle and get it fixed. I thought it was a simple matter of replacing a broken hose or a seal, but no. According to el mechanicho, I had somehow managed to break the power steering rack. Now if you’re like me when it comes to cars, the first thing you’d be thinking is “what the fuck is the power steering rack?”.
It’s this thing right here:
And if you wanna know how that fucker works, click here.
So the tech mech tells me I’m gonna have to replace the entire piece. Either that or take the broken one to some dudes that do “repair” work on these sort of parts for a fraction of the price. I of course tell him to get it new because I don’t want some random bastards putting lawnmower parts inside my trusty steed. This happened on Thursday. It’s been 4 days without my car now. It sucks.
That colombian grease monkey told me it was going to be ready today, so in the meantime I’m writing this post.
I miss my car.