
This morning, I took my van in to my mechanic,
The Lusty Wrench. It's a little hole in the wall place on Lee Road, near Cedar, in Cleveland Heights. They're the best, most honest mechanics I've ever met.
The airbag light has been on for a while (clockspring needs to be replaced) and there have been some problems of late with acceleration, which I had attributed to the slow demise of the transmission. Yesterday, they became more pronounced. This morning, on the way to the shop, they became really bad. I adjusted my position in my seat, and saw that the "check engine" light was on. It's unclear just how long it has been on and I simply failed to see it, hidden behind the steering wheel. As I drove on, the check engine light started flashing.
They called me back this afternoon, a mere $30ish of diagnostics later, to inform me that my car needed the following items addressed:
- airbag clockspring - while airbags are really really nice, even nicer is having cruise control again for those long drives.
- rusted out shock tower
- misfiring engine
- an outer tie rod end or two
- rusted out muffler
Further, the transmission probably doesn't have more than 20,000 miles left in it, and the front tires look to be near the end of their lifespan.
They strongly encouraged me to look for a suitable replacement.
I'll pick it up from the shop tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, we can't start looking for a (used) replacement just yet. We'll be waiting until the state legislature manages to put together a budget for the next fiscal year. The proposed budget the governor put forward cut state funding to public libraries in half. As one of the last librarians hired by my library before the hiring freeze, things wouldn't look good if the proposed cuts went through.
The above photograph was taken while I was in grad school and taking a class in Columbus, OH, a 2 and a half hour drive away. I wanted to see just how much I could improve the gas mileage of the van. With the seams taped, window shut, and the cruise control at about 55, I managed 35mpg, a personal best. With the tires inflated a bit more, synthetic motor oil, and a bit more weight taken from the van, 40mpg seems quite possible.
How did I get in? Through the window, of course.


This series of four photos show the van after it was stolen, in Baltimore, Maryland. Note the trail of transmission fluid behind the van and the hole in the transmission pan - I knew that there had to be a reason that the transmission hung so low in the vehicle - I didn't realize that it was a theft-recovery mechanism.

In Shenandoah National Park.

Shortly before we got stuck in snow in the Bighorn Mountains, in Wyoming.

As the über camping van, in Mant-La Sal National Forest, near Arches National Park.

Stalking old milestones on the National Road, near Frederick, Maryland.

And finally, in front of our house, the first or second time we saw it.
I guess I should start looking for an "Obama 2008" bumper sticker now.