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SanFran to Vegas on one tank: or exactly why I love my car

Sunday, December 26th, 2010

My brother and I drove from San Francisco to Las Vegas yes­ter­day where we met up with the rest of our imme­di­ate fam­ily for the whole Christmas thing. I don’t really have an awful lot to say about the whole Christmas thing that I haven’t said a great many times before and, although I could prob­a­bly find things to say about Las Vegas, there is very lit­tle to say that cap­ture the sheer je ne sais quoi of this place.

Really, to be entirely hon­est, this post exists solely so that I can gloat about the fact that I man­aged to drive from San Francisco to Las Vegas on less than one tank of fuel; I really do love my Volkswagen TDi.

A hole in the water into which you pour time and money

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

One of the things that I’m look­ing to do as a part of this trip east is bring Synchronicity, my Hobie 16, out to California. Given that I haven’t sailed Synchronicity since 2007, the first orders of busi­ness were to free her and fix her up.

It took me about a week of on-and-off yard-work to exca­vate Synchronicity from the weeds that had over­grown her in my absence. Having exca­vated Synchronicity, it was dam­age assess­ment time.

Synchronicity’s trailer was struc­turally alto­gether but one of the tires was flat and both of the wheels were pretty thor­oughly rusted; addi­tion­ally, all of the lights and wiring were shot. So I bought new wheels and a whole new set of lights and wires. I’ve got the wheels swapped out and I’ll redo the wiring tomor­row, if it doesn’t rain. All told, not a lot of effort in repair­ing the trailer but a decent bit of expense, espe­cially when com­bined with the cost of buy­ing a trailer hitch and get­ting it installed on my car.

Thankfully, Synchronicity, her­self, seems to be hold­ing up pretty well. I had to replace all of the ropes and one of the shrouds that I dam­aged while clear­ing away the weeds, which is some expense and lit­tle effort. The main hal­yard also needs replac­ing and, on a Hobie Cat, it’s not just a sim­ple rope, so that’s another lit­tle expense. The mast, sails, tram­po­line, and hull struc­ture are all in good shape but the gel­coat on the bot­tom of the hulls is pretty sad. I might fix the gel­coat now but odds are pretty good that I’ll wait until I get back to San Francisco, as it may be a bit too time/effort inten­sive for my remain­ing week and a half

Between all of the repair costs and the expected decreases in fuel effi­ciency for the drive west, I expect that it’ll prob­a­bly cost me a good $500-$800 to get Synchronicity out on the waters of San Francisco Bay. Take that plus an esti­mated 30 – 50 hours of my time and ask me if it’s worth it.

Heck yes it’s worth it! There are few things in the world like sail­ing a catamaran.

Zipping about

Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

Since the recent demise of my poor Subaru, I have been effec­tively with­out a car. Being with­out a car isn’t such a big deal since I live in the city and can use my long­board for most of my trans­porta­tion needs but occa­sion­ally I have busi­ness out in Sunset, down the Peninsula or in the South Bay, which are not the most pub­lic trans­porta­tion acces­si­ble loca­tions. Up until now, I’ve been abid­ing lim­ited mobil­ity, incon­ve­nient mobil­ity and bor­row­ing my room­mates car but no longer. Friday, I signed up for an account with Zipcar. The whole process from apply­ing to accepted took about 20 min­utes and then, rather than wait­ing for it to come in the mail, I wan­dered to the local Zipcar office, a few blocks away, to pick up my Zipcard. All in all, it was about 30 min­utes between apply­ing and being able to bor­row cars. Yesterday, rather than bor­row­ing my room­mates car to run an errand, I picked up a Zipcar; it was a pain­less and easy process. Based on my cur­rent auto­mo­tive needs, Zipcar really does seem like the best approach and, based on my expe­ri­ences thus far, it seems like they’ve imple­mented their ser­vice correctly.

And now, a five car pile-up

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

Last night, at 2:03am, I hap­pened to find myself smack dab in the mid­dle of a five car pile-up on the Bay Bridge. I was on my way to drop off a friend on Treasure Island after a Plaid con­cert when things hap­pened to go very awry.

In the left­most lane of the Bay Bridge, a car (car one), had run out of gas and come to a stop. The Bay Bridge being a high­way, another car (car two) was bar­rel­ing down on car one but man­aged to hit the breaks in an attempt to slow down to avoid a col­li­sion. I (car three) saw car two’s break lights and made a point of hit­ting my brakes as well, think­ing, “Did I push my clutch in soon enough? I hope that I didn’t just fuck up my trans­mis­sion. I really hope that I can stop in time to not run into this car in front of me.” Soon there­after were two impacts, one coin­cid­ing with the thought, “Oh fuck, I’ve been hit, I hope I don’t end up dead!” and the other coin­cid­ing with the thought, “Oh shit, not an airbag in the face, please! Why didn’t my airbag just deploy? Is it because this impact was slow enough to not trig­ger it?” I was very clear on the exis­tence of both of those thoughts and the fact that the airbag thought came sec­ond but I was, at the time, very unclear on whether I had hit the car in front of me first or if the pickup truck behind me (car four) hit me first. On later rec­ol­lec­tion, it’s clear that the airbag thought, which came sec­ond, was con­nected to the impact with car two, mean­ing that car four hit me before I hit car two. There was addi­tional bounc­ing, jostling and con­fu­sion as car four pushed my car and car two into car one. Subsequently, the Lexus SUV (car five), whose dri­ver failed to take advan­tage of the good brakes a Lexus ought to have, plowed into the back of car four. The whole set of col­lid­ing took a very short period of time, well under 5 sec­onds and then it was done, pretty much before I even real­ized that it had started.

After every­thing had stopped, I sat in the car for a few moments, seri­ously hopped up on endor­phins and adren­a­line; I even man­aged to feel the slight­est upsurge of shock in the bow­els of my mind. Thankfully the hint at shock seemed to be my brain ask­ing itself if now would be a good time to go into shock and then, upon dis­cov­er­ing that there was no injury, decid­ing that shock would not be use­ful. My wits return­ing and real­iz­ing that the eter­nity of the acci­dent was a mere few sec­onds, I decided it was best to stay in the car a few more moments to make sure there were no more col­li­sions. After I was sat­is­fied about the con­clu­sion of col­li­sions, I fig­ured that out­side a much safer place to be than inside, not from the faux-risk of movie-like explo­sions but from the very real risk of fire. As such, I got out of the car and con­vinced my pas­sen­ger out as well. There was sub­se­quently a lot of stand­ing around and talk­ing to the CHP. Eventually, my car was towed off and I was able to retrieve some per­sonal effects and enlist a ride from some friends to a couch where, shortly after 5am, I was able to get some sleep.

End result, I am unin­jured but my 2000 Subaru Legacy GT, which I had grown quite fond of, is likely totaled. Needless to say, I am not par­tic­u­larly pleased but, thank­fully, I hap­pen to be very good at get­ting over, ignor­ing or sup­press­ing (I’m not sure which) seri­ous emo­tional trau­mas. Also, thank­fully, I com­mute to work by pub­lic trans­porta­tion and can sur­vive at least a short while with­out a car.

There but for the grace of dad, went I

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

It is prob­a­bly entirely thanks to the tim­ing of one phone call that I am alive and able to blog the tale.

There is a par­tic­u­lar inter­sec­tion that I am quite par­tial to: leav­ing the BART park­ing lot, the access road meets El Camino Real at a “T”. Normally, I like to drive quickly out of this inter­sec­tion and take a very sharp turn onto El Camino Real, result­ing in a side­ways slide across 1 – 1.5 lanes that reminds me of why I love my Subaru. Recently, we’ve been suf­fer­ing through a rather severe weather event, which meant the roads were rather wet, and when the roads are wet, the slid­ing is made all the more fun. On Friday, I hap­pened to arrive at the inter­sec­tion right as the light was turn­ing red, requir­ing that I stop and mak­ing me the first car for when the light turned green. Being the first car, is opti­mal because it means that I can really gun it and do a fast, hard, wide slide because there’s no one else that I have to watch out for.

There I was, all psy­ched and ready to gun it for a huge, fast slide when I got a cell­phone call from my dad. Having a man­ual trans­mis­sion makes it very hard to accel­er­ate quickly, take a turn and talk on the phone all at once, due to lack of hands. Answering a phone call from my dad is more impor­tant than a slide oppor­tu­nity so I decided to abort my slide attempt.

When the light turned green, I set out slowly and, a quar­ter of the way across the inter­sec­tion, some­one crossed right in front of me, run­ning the red light at 40-50mph. If I had gone full bore into the inter­sec­tion, I would have been just fast enough to get T-boned right on the driver’s side. That phone call prob­a­bly saved me from seri­ous injury or death and that makes it a very happy coin­ci­dence in my book.

2000 Subaru Legacy GT

Sunday, February 25th, 2007

My old 1993 Ford Explorer finally decided to come to an end when it started leak­ing gaso­line at a truly alarm­ing rate (you could see the pud­dles and drip trails). I sold the Explorer, right quick, over Craigslist for the rea­son­able price of $150 (with­out the stereo sys­tem). Then, between my solidly good 2006 tax return and my mother’s offer of sup­port, I set out to pur­chase a new vehi­cle. My new pur­chase was intended to be my first pur­chase of a car in good con­di­tion, to date.

I went to a num­ber of deal­er­ships with a very spe­cific set of min­i­mum require­ments in mind: 4WD/AWD, ABS, >20MPG, seat 5, have room for my stuff. The first vehi­cle that I encoun­tered, which met my require­ments was a Subaru Outback Sport but, upon test dri­ving, the car made a funny sound and really didn’t have much pickup. There turned out to be rel­a­tively few cars that met my stan­dards and seemed decent, namely a few Subarus and some Honda CR-Vs. In the end, the spe­cific car that most caught my inter­est was a 2000 Subaru Legacy GT. The Legacy had 71k miles on it, the clean­est engine that I’d seen, sounded great and felt great dur­ing test dri­ving. I ended up buy­ing that Legacy GT and am, really, quite pleased by my purchase.

I’m very happy to have a new car, espe­cially one as nice as the one that I’ve gotten.

UPDATE: It turns out that the Subaru AWD setup is decid­edly not over­rated when it comes to han­dling snow. We had a bit of a snow­storm – just over a foot – and I had needs that were best served by dri­ving to Target and Rainbow (our local gro­cery chain). There was, as expected, a solid layer of com­pacted snow sit­ting on the roads at the time, which allowed for ade­quate adverse weather han­dling tests. During the few instances when I found myself los­ing con­trol, the loss was min­i­mal and con­trol was regained in an instant. I should also like to note that the ABS com­bined with four disc brakes was quite fan­tas­tic in its stop­ping power. All in all, I am pleased to note that my car meets my adverse weather han­dling requirements.

Blowouts and Extended Warranties

Tuesday, June 6th, 2006

I had a rather ter­ri­fy­ing expe­ri­ence last Friday; I was on my way down to Woods Hole, chug­ging along in the left lane, mind­ing my own busi­ness when, all of the sud­den, some­thing was very amiss. It took but a few moments for me to real­ize that one of my tires had gone so I made my way to the right side of the road. So, there I was, in the right half of the right lane of I-93S, on a bridge with no shoul­der. I popped on my haz­zards and fig­ured that it was high time to inves­ti­gate the dam­age and get my spare on. It wasn’t until a few moments after I’d got­ten out to inves­ti­gate that it struck me that I was stand­ing in the mid­dle of the right lane of I-93S with cars within 5 – 10 feet going by at 70+MPH. The moment that real­iza­tion struck me i called 911 and climbed through my trunk to sit in the front seat with my seat­belt decid­edly on. There I remained, on the edge of a bridge, dead still, on the high­way, watch­ing my side view mir­ror as vehi­cle after vehi­cle nar­rowly missed ram­ming me off into obliv­ion. Eventually, after a num­ber of ter­ri­fy­ing min­utes, days, weeks, eter­ni­ties, ar how­ever long it was, a state trooper arrived and told me to sit in my car and wait for a tow truck. Fter a few moments of sit­ting through the same sort of ter­ror that I had endured wait­ing for his arrival, the trooper decided that he did not want to throw away his life wait­ing for a tow truck and instructed me to drive, in spite of a com­pletely shred­ded tire, to the next exit. At a speed of about 5-10MPH, I inched my way off the high­way and into a nearby park­ing lot where the recently arrived tow truck helped me get my spare on safely (hooray for full-sized spares). With my life intact, I was able to pro­ceed onwards and Cape-wards, even­tu­ally arriv­ing in Woods Hole.

Displeased that one of my tires had spon­ta­neously given way and plunged me into such a ter­ri­fy­ing ordeal, Monday morn­ing, I set out for the Sears Auto Center where I bought the tires less than half a year ago. I wan­dered in, explained that one of my tires had vio­lently given up on me and that I wanted to get it replaced, which earned me the infor­ma­tion that if I had Road Hazzard cov­er­age for the tires, it would be a free replace­ment but, if not, I would, essen­tially, be S.O.L.. Well, as it turns out, in a move totally unchar­ac­ter­is­tic of mmy­self, I had spent the extra $7 per tire to get Road Hazzard cov­er­age. Low and behold, an extended war­ranty was going to save me ~$100, that’s almost unheard of; usu­ally you spend $10-$20 for an extended war­ranty and the thing you buy lasts twice that long and then dies on you. So, I dropped the wheel and shred­ded tire off (luck­ily the rim was essen­tially intact) and made my way to work. I returned to the Sears Auto Center on my way home, picked up the new tire, paid $7 to renew the Road Hazzard cov­er­age and was on my way. The ser­vice and the sav­ings in this mat­ter alone have pretty much sold me on going to Sears for all of my tire needs in the future; I’ll still leave fancier work to my own machi­na­tions or less fast-food-esque mechan­ics, but for tires, Sears has a sat­is­fied customer.

The Bane of my Car Audio Experience

Wednesday, February 8th, 2006

Ford Factory Amp Ford Factory Amp (open) Today I tore apart the trim on the pas­sen­ger side of my truck, and ripped out the God fore­saken “Premium Audio” fac­tory installed ampli­fier. The fac­tory amp has long been the bane of my truck’s stereo sys­tem for a very long time now. The num­ber of prob­lems I can blame on that stu­pid amp are many and I won’t bother enu­mer­at­ing them but now it has been replaced by a by-pass I bought at Tweeter, which con­sists of noth­ing more than 8 wires and a cou­ple con­nec­tors. Now that I’ve got­ten the thing out and my truck’s audio is finally up to par, I’ve got to fig­ure out what I’m going to do with this silly amp; I’m not elec­tron­i­cally inclined enough to do any­thing really inter­est­ing, but I’m open to suggestions.

Things sound so much bet­ter now; I’m so pleased.

Blasted Stereo

Tuesday, February 7th, 2006

Yesterday, my car stereo died on me; it scratched the crap out of one of my CDs (thank­fully a burned one and not one of my real ones) and then started play­ing other ones very crackly and wrong. Needless to say, this really pissed me off, so I went by Ciruit City to get a new one and then went about installing it. Installation was neat because I ripped the wiring har­ness off my old after-market stereo and sol­dered it up to my new one; I haven’t sol­dered any­thing in a while so it was kind of fun. Then I went out and installed it, and, get this, only my hot-wired speaker worked (that’s another story). I had to run off and do stuff so I couldn’t try to fig­ure out what was wrong until later. After pok­ing around the Internet, I deter­mined that my fac­tory amp was caus­ing the prob­lems and I had to do a lit­tle bit of rewiring of the har­ness. Thankfully after rewiring the har­ness and rein­stalling the new stereo today, every­thing is work­ing about as well as can be expected. Of course, as well as can be expected is not as well as I would like because my fac­tory amp is still lim­it­ing my new stereo. There is, of course, a solu­tion to this prob­lem too, which is to by-pass my stereo amp and I’ve already got­ten the wiring har­ness to do that. Now I just have to tear apart the pan­el­ing in the back of my car and install the by-pass. (Maybe I’ll remove the fac­tory amp and see if I can’t tear it apart, beef it up and have a nice lit­tle exter­nal amplifier.)

Lunch break auto mechanickery

Friday, January 27th, 2006

It turns out that lunch breaks are a fan­tas­tic time to get some auto repair time in. I changed two of my spark-plugs yes­ter­day before work, two on my lunch break yes­ter­day and the final two on my lunch break today. It’s per­fect; there’s nice, flat, well-lit tar­mac in our park­ing lot and I’ve got an hour of free time. I don’t need a garage as long as the weather is ok and most of the minor work I’m doing doesn’t take even an hour, so why should I bother wait­ing for a week­end to have some time dur­ing the day to work on my car (I don’t want to bother with get­ting lights to work at night). I still need to change my oil, but I’ll prob­a­bly end up doing that at home tomor­row because I don’t really want to wait for the end of the week­end and I’ve fin­ished replac­ing all my spark-plugs, so there won’t be any more work to be done on my car right in the imme­di­ate future. Oh well, even if I don’t need to do any­thing more, it’s good to know that I’ve got a good place and time to do my mechan­ick­ery when I do need it.

Acetone: Conclusions

Tuesday, January 24th, 2006

As of the most recent refill of my truck’s gas tank, I am con­fi­dent that I have enough data to draw some con­clu­sions about the effect on fuel econ­omy of using ace­tone as a fuel additive.

To recap, for any­one that might have for­got­ten or missed out, a num­ber of months ago, I came across the sug­ges­tion on the inter­net that fuel econ­omy could be improved by using a small quan­tity of ace­tone as a fuel addi­tive. Since I wasn’t ter­ri­bly con­cerned about the risk of break­ing my truck and des­per­ately wanted a way to save some money on gaso­line, I fig­ured I might as well give it a shot. I started out by buy­ing a gal­lon of pure ace­tone and adding a lit­tle bit by fun­nel every time I filled my gas tank (before the gas to encour­age mix­ing). Initially I saw what might have been an improve­ment in fuel effi­ciency but I was rely­ing on my mem­ory and quickly saw my infor­ma­tion as purely anec­do­tal. Understanding how use­less anec­do­tal infor­ma­tion is, I decided to approach the mat­ter in a sci­en­tific and con­trolled man­ner. Now, 22 tanks of gas and nearly four months later I am ready to draw con­clu­sions from my data.

I have found a near lin­ear increase in fuel effi­ciency up to a peak increase of about 10% at a con­cen­tra­tion of ace­tone of 0.2%. Further increases beyond 0.2% result in a very steep fall-off in fuel effi­ciency such that a con­cen­tra­tion of 0.25% is less fuel effi­cient than no ace­tone at all. For those that don’t want to think about con­cen­tra­tions, 0.2% ace­tone is almost exactly equal to 1/3 cup ace­tone for every 10 gal­lons of fuel.

Just to be polic­i­tal, or some­thing like that, for a moment, if I can fina­gle a 10% increase in my fuel econ­omy out of ¢10 worth of ace­tone, I am doing a huge ser­vice to my bank account and the envi­ron­ment (ace­tone doesn’t pol­lute any more than gaso­line). Now let’s just take a moment to think about how much of an impact there would be on the envi­ron­ment if every sin­gle car in America improved its fuel effi­ciency by 10%; acknowl­edg­ing that, why isn’t there a gov­ern­ment man­date on gaso­line requir­ing it to con­tain 0.2% ace­tone (or there­abouts)? My guess would be because your mon­e­tary sav­ings would come straight out of the oil com­pa­nies pock­ets, but that’s beside the point. I think every­one should start adding ace­tone to their fuel tanks, sav­ing them­selves some money, help­ing the envi­ron­ment and cut­ting back on our oil con­sump­tion. Hmm, maybe I’ll write my senator.

I should like to add the caveat that these results are true for my truck and other vehi­cles may have slightly dif­fer­ent ace­tone con­cen­tra­tion sen­si­tiv­i­ties. If you decide to fol­low my lead and add ace­tone to your vehi­cles fuel tank, you should per­form some exper­i­ments on your own to deter­mine your vehi­cles effi­ciency peak con­cen­tra­tion. You should use pure ace­tone (sol­vent from a hard­ware store), not the scented stuff you can buy at CVS. Also, if you do some­thing stu­pid and blow up your car or some­thing, it’ll be your fault alone.

Acetone and the truck status update

Monday, January 9th, 2006

It’s been a while since I’ve men­tioned my exper­i­ments adding ace­tone to my trucks fuel tank, so just to pre­vent you think­ing I’d given up on the mat­ter, here’s an update. I’ve improved the algo­rithms I’m using in my Excel spread­sheet because I was bored, so now I com­pen­sate for remain­ing ace­tone as a result of refill­ing before the tank it empty, vol­ume of ace­tone added and I get rather more infor­ma­tive analy­ses. Additionally, I’ve added a more data points, putting me at 17 tanks of fuel on the chart. Currently, data sug­gests a near lin­ear econ­omy increase for my truck of about 7% at 0.15% ace­tone con­cen­tra­tion (1MPG at 1/3 cup ace­tone). This lin­ear increase isn’t show­ing any signs of lev­el­ing off, so I’m going to start push­ing the con­cen­tra­tion up in the next few tanks. I’ll give you a bet­ter write up with more man­age­able units when I’m sat­is­fied that I’ve found the ace­tone con­cen­tra­tion of max­i­mal econ­omy for my truck. I expect that I’ll prob­a­bly repeat this exper­i­ment with my next vehi­cle, and every vehi­cle there­after for that mat­ter (as long as they still run on petrol).

H3: Even worse than the H2

Thursday, November 10th, 2005

I hap­pened to be next to and then behind a brand spank­ing new H3 on Memorial Drive ear­lier today and I formed a few, mostly neg­a­tive, impres­sions on the thing. Ok, so first off, this thing doesn’t even look like a HMMWV any­more; the Hummer was a civil­ian­ized HMMWV and the H2 was a gen­tri­fied Hummer, but the H3 is a soc­cer mom SUV that’s styled to vaguely remind you of an H2. I’ll give you the most bla­tently stu­pid exam­ple of what I saw on the H3: on the back right of the thing, I saw a thick metal ring of the sort that you could hook chains to so as to pull a heavy load but when I looked for a match­ing ring on the left, I saw the license plate, which means the one on the right must be orna­men­tal. How retarded is the idea of an orna­men­tal heavy towwing ring? It’s not a nice or classy orna­ment; it basi­cally just says, “when you look at my truck I want you to think that I’d like to be able to tow really heavy stuff but will never actu­ally have any desire to do so”. This whole SUV as an image thing is just get­ting ridicu­lous; if you want to look hard­core, be hard­core, cut out this fuck­ing poser crap.

Repairs: Derailed

Thursday, October 13th, 2005

It was look­ing to be dry enough to do a bit of truck work so I set about doing so. First things first, I hopped under my truck and checked that the oil fil­ter and oil pan drain plug were nice and tight; they were. Having checked my prime leak sus­pects, I checked my oil level, seemed fine, which leads me to won­der if I just under-filled it ear­lier, which is what I’m going to assume for now because I’m lazy and that’s the eas­i­est assump­tion to deal with. Then I checked to see if my rear brakes are drum or disc; they’re drum brakes (grum­ble grum­ble). I’m not the big fan of replac­ing drum brakes, because it’s a bit more effort con­sum­ing than replac­ing disc brakes, so I came up with a bril­liant idea to get around the mat­ter and get my tires replaced. Since I have been pay­ing for my car insur­ance, and sav­ing my par­ents a pretty penny, I thought I might see if I could talk my mom into spring­ing to pay for replac­ing my tires and brakes. I fig­ured that it would prob­a­bly cost me on the order of $300 in parts and $400 all told, because that’s about what it would cost for the same oper­a­tions on all pre­vi­ous cars I’d dealt with and my mom seemed amenable to the idea, so I set off for Sears Auto Center to see about get­ting it all taken care of. Sadly, it turns out, Ford Explorer parts are about twice as expen­sive as Honda Accord or Toyota Corolla parts and replac­ing my tires and brakes will be a bit over $600 in parts and about $700 all told. $700 being rather a good bit more than $300-$400, pretty well derails my plans for brakes and tires and puts me back at wait­ing until I have some money of my own before deal­ing with any­thing on my truck.

However, I did just get a pay­check that I’d for­got­ten to expect…

Truck Repairs

Thursday, October 13th, 2005

I need to do a bit of work on my truck as soon as the weather will allow it (damned rain). The big thing that I need to do are get under my truck and check that the oil fil­ter and oil pan drain plug are tight­ened suf­fi­ciently; I seem to have devel­oped a slow oil leak since I changed my oil, which makes them my prime sus­pects. Beyond that, I’m pretty sure that I need to change my brake pads (I really hope that I have rear disc brakes and don’t have to deal with drums). After that, I’m going to make a check of all my fluid lev­els and go back to wait­ing for enough money to change my tires. I’ll prob­a­bly fid­dle around with things a bit too, just for fun.

For those of you that are con­cerned, these are minor issues I can deal with myself, except the tires, that I need money for. Soon I get work, then I get tires, that’s the plan. Until then, I’ve got a spare so I’m ok if any­thing goes wrong (except for a high-speed blow-out).

And yes, I am phras­ing things to incite you.

Beat up old cars are great.

The Acetone Truck: No Problems So Far

Friday, September 30th, 2005

I’ve been dump­ing ace­tone into my truck’s gas tank for a while now and I’m happy to report that it appears to be harm­less to the truck: no unex­pected explo­sions, no stalling, no loss of power, noth­ing neg­a­tive. I can defin­i­tively say that the ace­tone has not decreased my fuel effi­ciency, but I can not yet say if it has increased my effi­ciency at all. I’m going to run a few more tanks with ace­tone after I get back to Concord and my dri­ving habits sta­bi­lize (drive to Cambridge, drive back, repeat a bunch). After I get a solid base­line of Concord to Cambridge runs with ace­tone, I’ll do a few tanks with­out ace­tone and see if I can notice a change. In the name of sci­ence I will make a point of get­ting gas at the same gas sta­tion as much as absolutely possible.

I started my test­ing with 1/4 cup ace­tone per 15 gal­lon tank (~1.3oz/10gal), using ace­tone from a 1 gal­lon con­tainer of pure ace­tone that I bought at Wal-Mart for the pur­poses of this exper­i­ment. Using the same ace­tone, I stepped up to 1/3 cup ace­tone per 15 gal­lon tank (~1.8oz/10gal) and con­tin­ued to have no prob­lems. I’m plan­ning to step up to 1/2 cup per 15 gal­lon tank (~2.7oz/10gal) before I start doing my real data gath­er­ing. I may go up to 2/3 cup per 15 gal­lon tank (~3.6oz/10gal) after I get some solid evi­dence to sup­port the effec­tive­ness of ace­tone as a fuel additive.

Lucky 33333 Fever

Wednesday, September 21st, 2005

My truck\'s odometer hits 133333
Last Tuesday my truck’s odome­ter read 33333 as it hit 133,333 miles (it has no hun­dred thou­sands digit) and I took a photo of it. Sure it prob­a­bly wasn’t safe tak­ing a photo of my dash while dri­ving, but I’m ok and with 3 being my faorite num­ber, it was worth the risk. I have included the photo for your plea­sure, the thumb­nail links to the full image. It would have been nice if I could have got­ten 133,333.3, but there was too much glare and the photo didn’t come out. I’m pretty sur­prised at the qual­ity my phone put out on this one and com­pletely unsur­prised that the photo 0.3 miles later didn’t turn out at all.

Also the post title is a Final Fantasy VII reference.