Starts off with personal stuff too... that isn’t good, but some was. So you’ve been warned.
Friday night I had one of my best friends attempt, well harm himself and was taken to the hospital. Quite distraughtly had to cancel the dinner date I had to go see if I could visit him. Called my ex cause we are all friends together (the reason my ex and I met in the first place) cause I couldn’t drive at that point and we went over to the hospital. Sadly due to the nature of his injuries we were not allowed to visit. So back to drop me off though we decided to hang out a little bit and try to calm down. I was driving a customer’s G8 for the weekend to test to make sure we fixed it (been having recurring issues). So my ex very into the G8 wanted a ride and I needed to drive it anyhow. So took it around and found we did not fix it.
Yes that is zero indicated oil pressure. Thankfully there was pressure while under throttle so I took the car back to work and swapped back into the wagon which my VAG-phile ex liked.
Took a couple photos of our wagons together and found it funny how much bigger his C6 Passat looked compared to my C5 A6. So Friday night was super rough and Friday I just vegged out literally all day till a friends party. That was a ton of fun and a bit needed.
I got information that my friend had been transferred to a hospital in the bay area after getting 5150'd and that is where his insurance sent him. He called Saturday and asked if I could pick him up when he is released Sunday evening and of course I said yes. It especially worked out cause one of my other friends was driving his Miata home to Davis for spring break and I was already joining him for a large section of the drive just to have a fun drive.
So we met up in Morro Bay, stopped in Cambria to have lunch with his Mom, went up the 1 to Nacimiento Fergusson, over to 101 and up to King City to take Bitterwater to CA-25 and up that to Hollister. Well my friend that had been committed called while we were pulled over at one of our favorites stops on CA-25. He said the hold wasn’t 48 hours like he was told, but 72 (seems like no one was giving him straight info the whole time).
So being Sunday evening and already over halfway up there I called my boss and told him I needed Monday off. Thankfully my friend let me stay at his Dad’s place in Davis Sunday night. We decided to hang out all Monday till I had to pick up my friend at 6:45 pm.
So Monday went into downtown Davis and had breakfast at this great Crepe place and then put my car in his garage and jacked it up to find a vibration. Ended up one of my driveshaft bolts was coming loose. So loctite and some force and all tightened down. My friend’s buddy was suppose to come over to do brakes, but he was cleaning his apartment and was worried to make an ass of himself in front of me because my friend told him I am a car guy. Which was what is was and so we pulled my friend’s Miata in the garage and did the transmission and rear differential fluids. About 1 pm my friend called and said that the hospital wasn’t releasing him because his anxiety and viatals weren’t where they wanted to see. So that gave me all the time to wrench with my friend. Honestly a much needed therapy for myself and my buddy. By the end of all the work, which of course took all day, we were both done but satisfied. His dad made dinner and then I took off to drive back home.
I am still worried about my friend, but I know his is technically in a safe place and while I am sad I could not take him home I am glad I got some quality wrenching time in. I haven’t felt this good mentally in a while and it is nice.
Thanks for reading about my weird ass weekend. Have some TFritch 911