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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

The Volkswagen Ipod

If, by some random chance of marketing, the aforementioned product comes to pass, please do me a favor and do not, under any circumstances let me buy this product. No matter how great it might seem, how amazing the reviews might be, under no circumstances are you to let me buy this product. This is like Young Frankenstein material here. When I go in the locked room with the monster, do not, no matter what I say, let me buy said product.

So my 1996 VW Trek dies again on the way to work today. This past weekend, it had the good grace to die in the driveway, not even bothering to turn over. Today, it decided to die on the way to the train station, likely my penalty for not heeding the warnings from the weekend. Now mind you, the train station is 1.2 miles away from the house. You would think that - assuming the car starts - it would be able to trudge 1.2 miles. It worked yesterday. No such luck today.

Halfway up the hill, the sputtering began. A few feet later, done. It was wet out, apparently the key ingredient to the car not working. Probably a spark problem of some sort. But currently I'm of the mindset that I need to break down 7-10 more times to establish a solid pattern. This morning was pattern element #2. I called in the wife to bring me the extra .8 miles, and I let it coast down the hill a little bit, thinking for some absurd reason the car was better off closer to the house. I dunno.

I made the train on time. It helps that a) the wife was .4 miles away and b) we're on the station-side of the tracks. I leave a few minutes early because the parking lot is actually on the other side, the far side. So there's no last second park and run to the train. You can try it, but you might get run over by the locomotive. Anyway, I made it on time, which is ultimately of little consequence because I work flex hours. But, you know how it is.

When I got home, I walked to the car, started it, and drove home. It had stopped raining this afternoon, so you gotta figure that counts for something. As I walked into the house my Ipod decided it didn't want to stop. I had to turn it off completely, as opposed to pressing the stop button. This is in addition to the innumerable problems I've already had with this fucking mind-of-its-own piece of electronics.

Anyway, like I was saying, about that Volkswagen Ipod...


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