Boy, Don't I feel so BUTCH

Before anyone may think otherwise, my demeanor is masculine. I feel really butch because I had correctly diagnosed an engine problem. All the "idiot lights" on my instrument cluster had lit up. In the past when this had happened it was my alternator.

What an inconvenient time it was- it was three years ago, I was on a date with a real humpy non-stereotypical filipino guy (non-stereotypical as in he was a tall, hunky, masculine, cigar smoking man- best summed up as Woof! or maybe a walking wet dream).

Anyways...

There's nothing like engine trouble to kill a date.

No only three years later, I had to replace the alternator again. This time I didn't have it towed to the mechanic. I pulled the component found it's match online and ordered a brand new one for less cost than a re-manufactured one in a local parts store.My car has been out of commission for over a week. In the car culture which is California, no car for over a week may as well seem like a year!

So, here I am putting this 12.5 pound component into the car (1990 Subaru Legacy LS AWD, and it still gets 25 mpg!) I had the part in and bolted so damn fast it was scary! I fired up the engine and voila! No idiot lights on the panel cluster.

This just confirms my #2 ranking on www.straightacting.com

HOORAH!

So Sayeth Das Behr