Trip to a local bookstore–reading material for our upcoming flight to Australia.
Lunch date, a place recommended by friends. Service was good, food was mediocre, and too pricey. Recommendations didn’t always pan out.
Regular oil and filter changes at 6,000 mile intervals were expected. Other maintenance items had no set timetable.
Why was it that service advisors at local automobile service departments made recommendations whether they were needed or not?
Answer: To make profits for the dealership. My advisor, recently recommended a wheel alignment. There were no signs/symptoms of misalignment–uneven tire wear, cupping, steering wheel shake.
Different brand of car, different dealership, a few years earlier, had the same policy. I objected to their alignment suggestion–whether it was needed or not.
So what if my vehicle had 30,000 miles on the odometer? Mileage didn’t directly cause misalignment–or alignment.
I’ll do what was done before–go to an independent repair shop that specialized in brakes and alignments. If no alignment is needed, then I’ll only be charged for an inspection.
Born of fire
Mica, with other
It was a good thing parents never knew the risky things their offspring did growing up. Why did kids do such things? Because kids were kids. Part of being a kid was being impulsive. The rest, because of peer pressure.
Bicycles ridden across a frozen pond. Sled-riding down a hill and across the same pond. The sled picked up speed on the ice. No thought given to breaking through the ice.
Wild persimmon trees grew everywhere. Ripe persimmons were sweet. Green ones were sour, bitter, and puckered your mouth. The unsuspecting, double-dog dared to taste, just one.
Green persimmons were instruments of torture, when in the hands of upper classmen. Why had God made such terrible tasting fruit? Why were older kids so mean?
Hazing of incoming freshmen wasn’t discouraged, when perhaps it should have been. Later in college, hazing, once again reared its ugly head. Pushing pennies with noses across concrete sidewalks was downright cruel.
Coming soon–the Super Snow Moon! Touted as the biggest, brightest of 2019. Watch for it, there’s absolutely no risk involved. Unless you’re a trespasser, on private property, hiding behind a persimmon tree.