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urbpan ([personal profile] urbpan) wrote2005-07-13 10:48 am

No regrets, right?

If I had yesterday to live over again, I wouldn't drive three miles with the parking brake on. But we did get to walk around Fresh Pond, (the city of Cambridge's water supply) and they did fix our brakes while we waited (3 1/2 hours).

We got to see the nature of Cambridge, Boston's Ivy League neighbor across the Charles.




The most poison ivy I've ever seen in an urban place. So much they have to warn people.


I didn't used to think of chipmunks as urban animals, but we saw several around Fresh Pond (and no gray squirrels!)



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Re: The Car Curse Continues

[identity profile] urbpan.livejournal.com 2005-07-13 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Brand new brake pads, brake shoes, master cylinder...
He should be delighted!

Re: The Car Curse Continues

[identity profile] marmota-monax.livejournal.com 2005-07-13 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
OUCH!

Oh, Jef, you are one good son.

Re: The Car Curse Continues

[identity profile] brush-rat.livejournal.com 2005-07-13 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I like the model, the size is good, it handles well. It has a nifty roof rack and gets decent gas mileage. However, I think we must face the facts. That particular car is eeeeeeevil. I'd recommend installing a kill switch or explosive bolts to take out the tires in case it goes all Christine on you, but that sucker's wiley. I'm sure it would find a way to use them against you.

Re: The Car Curse Continues

[identity profile] marmota-monax.livejournal.com 2005-07-13 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
. . . That particular car is eeeeeeevil. I'd recommend installing a kill switch or explosive bolts to take out the tires . . .

ANDY! [excited waving in the general direction of West]

I dare not say anything against the aged Subaru wagon. As you know, I've got the same car sitting in my driveway, and I suspect Doc's car and mine were chatting it up while we were otherwise occupied. I don't want my S. wagon to get any big ideas, now, or I myself might end up with a pair of explosive bolts in the ol' cranium while I happen to be driving to and from the feed store or post office or some such.