A couple days ago I decided to take an adventurous trip through De Luz to take some photographs. I think a couple of them came out of professional quality, most were too blurry. Anyways, being this occurred right after the first monster SoCal storm of the century, there were several small streams across roads in De Luz and crossing these suckers was akin to crossing the Kansas River in Oregon Trail:

Well not quite…

Hmm… should I: A. Find a shallower spot, B. Forge the river, C. Float the wagon and cross, or D. Pay the Ferry

Well A and D are out fo the question, and I left my car floaties in my Mom’s car… only option was to forge this sucker.

And I did… but only after watching another car do the same thing so I knew it was safe.

All in all I came across 4 of these river/streams the last one covering up roughly 100 yards of curving road (relatively shallow just long). But on the second river crossing I did something that I now admit was not the brightest thing in the world to do… I took it going pretty fast. I figured the momentum would carry me across the water without getting stalled half way.

Well the scheme worked… I felt the tires hydroplane through the rushing watery current for a brief quarter of a second before re-emerging on un-submerged asphalt. But my excitement ended when I began to hear a clickity clakity sound… a scraping. I got out of the car, in the light rain, and inspected my tires – they all appeared fine. I drove a bit longer, thinking perhaps it was a branch that got stuck in the undercarriage and that it would go away soon. A few miles more miles and my curiosity got the better of me.

I checked under the car and there it was: a panel had fallen off and I was dragging it along. I tried yanking it out which resulted only in my left hand being smeared in grease. It would not come out. So I surrendered to the idea that I was going to be driving this car back to town dragging a piece of under carriage panel on the ground.

The next day I decided to take the car into the dealership to get the panel replaced. I figured that the Toyota dealership would have the inventory and it would be a quick turn around. It was indeed quick – they actually managed to put the panel back into place and gave me a very nice estimate of all the other things they’d like to do to my car. How considerate of them!

Drove off, went to Walmart and bought a piece of telecommunications technology (which I should spend a post on) and drove home. However, I was not quite successful in the latter… halfway home my car died. I saw an Oil Light, followed by a Check Engine light and the sound of a motor slowly winding to a halt.  I tried reigniting but all I heard was the sound of the starter mocking me from the engine compartment.

We towed to a mechanic that my family has used for years.  I left the key in the ignition. Worried that some one my steal it, I quickly realized the delicious irony of a theif trying to drive off in a car that won’t start…

Without I ride, I was able to beg and plead one off of my friend Joe – who was working at the music store only 3 blocks away. The walk there was a cold one but luckily not a wet one.

I spend the night dreading the cost of the repair – the thought that my water forging excursion had somehow destroyed the fuel line (Toyota in their inspection said it was dented) and that I would need to overhaul the whole thing.

But I was happy to get the call in the morning from the shop. The timing belt snapped.

Whew… just the timing belt. Wow. I’d never thought I would be happy about that…

I okayed the repair of the belt and also new brakes (they were down to zero). Let’s hope that this is the end of this story. My experience with the computer has shown that sometimes there’s more to it, but, God willing, may this be the end of it.

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