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Woke up this morning at 5 AM. Why? So I can get the morning routine done, and be out the door so in time to stop and get the car inspected, on the way to work. Well, class actually. I'm in a VMware class in Edison this week. And thankfully, Edison hosts the local inspection station. They even open at 7AM, so that meant I could get there, get the car inspected, and still make it to class on time. I hoped. Yesterday's traffic on 287 was pretty heavy, what with the construction and all, so I knew I'd have to get there early. Got the dog fed, watered, and walked, got the recycling out the door, and myself up and out on time. I made good time, and got to the station at 6:30 AM. Sounds crazy? Yeah maybe. But I was the second car in line. That's when I brought out Mainspring, by Jay Lake, and continued reading.
By the time the station opened at 7, there were at least a dozen cars behind me. Possibly more, I stopped counting around 10. They only started off with the one lane open, so it took, all told about 20 minutes before I had my final results. Passed. Whew. (This is the first time I've gone to the public inspection station for this car, instead of paying for it at the dealership.) I was supposed to try and do this a week ago (my inspection is due in April) , but I lost a headlamp, and I didn't get the chance to hit the auto shop to buy a new bulb until this past saturday evening. Thankfully, I've gotten the knack of replacing the bulb, despite the real awkward placement of the battery leaving just barely enough room for me to get the bulb in and out. I think the new battery my old roomie helped me replace is narrower than the original, and that extra inch or so of space helps.
The car is only 6 years old, and I try to keep up with all the standard maintenance. I'm pretty good at worrying about these sorts of things, though, and you just never know. Well, I guess if you know a thing or two about cars other than, the pedal on the right makes them go, and the pedal on the left makes them stop, maybe you would know. I, however, haven't dedicated much brainpower to knowing about cars. Probably should have listened to mom about that, and taken auto shop in high school. I'll have to file that under "things mom told me that I didn't listen to at the time, but she was right". It's a bigger list than I'd like, but, I can't go back and tell my teenage self to pay more attention to my parents, they know more than you think.
So it's one more thing off the plate. And I can sigh ever so slightly, before getting back to the grind.
By the time the station opened at 7, there were at least a dozen cars behind me. Possibly more, I stopped counting around 10. They only started off with the one lane open, so it took, all told about 20 minutes before I had my final results. Passed. Whew. (This is the first time I've gone to the public inspection station for this car, instead of paying for it at the dealership.) I was supposed to try and do this a week ago (my inspection is due in April) , but I lost a headlamp, and I didn't get the chance to hit the auto shop to buy a new bulb until this past saturday evening. Thankfully, I've gotten the knack of replacing the bulb, despite the real awkward placement of the battery leaving just barely enough room for me to get the bulb in and out. I think the new battery my old roomie helped me replace is narrower than the original, and that extra inch or so of space helps.
The car is only 6 years old, and I try to keep up with all the standard maintenance. I'm pretty good at worrying about these sorts of things, though, and you just never know. Well, I guess if you know a thing or two about cars other than, the pedal on the right makes them go, and the pedal on the left makes them stop, maybe you would know. I, however, haven't dedicated much brainpower to knowing about cars. Probably should have listened to mom about that, and taken auto shop in high school. I'll have to file that under "things mom told me that I didn't listen to at the time, but she was right". It's a bigger list than I'd like, but, I can't go back and tell my teenage self to pay more attention to my parents, they know more than you think.
So it's one more thing off the plate. And I can sigh ever so slightly, before getting back to the grind.
