Alright, I haven't a clue where this post is going to go. As I start typing, I'm not even sure if it will have anything to do with the title. It's a little past 7:00pm PDT, and I'm switching back and forth between the Vikings/Packers game and shows on the History Channel. First it was IRT, and now Swamp People. In the game, the 3rd quarter is just about to start. But what's this about mojo?
As of late, I'm just not as motivated as I used to be. There was a time when I loved to spend time in the garage wrenching on the motorcycles for any little thing. But now... two non-running bikes that have been all but neglected. The '89 Springer was pulled apart after the pinion shaft sheared in 2004, but I haven't done anything since. The motor is spread across my workbench in parts. The '71 Triumph chopper is almost as bad. It's together, but in need of a little TLC. It probably won't start unless I rebuild the carb again. I've been meaning to upgrade the ignition and charging systems, the new parts I purchased some years back are stacked on my bedroom floor. Moving back to my professional life, I've let a major project for a client slip for a long time. Again, there was a time when I got zoned into doing computer work I would get a lot done in a short time. Now, I just can't my mind wrapped around the tasks I need to do. Like the title of this post asks, where's my mojo?
So what else is going on. A few months back I was given a promotion at work. If you can call it that. I'm now Manager IS Technology. But I'm also still a Senior Unix Systems Administrator. 40% more work for a lousy 2% raise. I think that's part of the problem. Before the promotion, there was all sorts of related work politics. With the promotion, there's now conflicting priorities that compete for the same time. At some point, somethings going to give. I've been on a few interviews, and one of the prospects looked promising. Alas, no job offers yet. I'll have to polish up my resume and see what else is out there. It seems that almost anything will be better than reporting to the two-faced liar I have now as a manager.
Life isn't all doom and gloom though. Being reconnected to my daughter Reagan over this last year has been a huge bright spot. She turns 10 on November 1st. I hope she likes what I got her for her special day. Speaking of gifts, I have to start thinking of what to get people for Christmas. In the past, I have tried to have most of my gift shopping completed before Thanksgiving.
The new car has been a blast, and I'm taking a little road trip in it this week. Driving down to Henderson NV to visit some old friends. But from there, we're taking his RV to Dumont Dunes for the weekend. My bud has a sweet sandrail with a supercharged V6 Honda engine. I went to the dunes a couple times in 2008 and I'm looking forward to this weekend. Plus I'm looking forward to a nice road trip in the SRT8.
After that, my annual trip to FL to visit pop for Thanksgiving. I've spoken to Reagan's mom, and I hope to also spend some time with my daughter while in Florida.
Still the question remains. Where's my mojo? Even in my faith. You may or may not know that I'm an evangelical christian. If you had to label me, something close to Baptist. My attendance at weekly service is dreadful. Back in NY, I rarely missed a week. But nowadays, quite the opposite and there is no good reason.
I think I've rambled on enough. Back to pay more attention to the TV. It's Sunday, so I'm looking forward to this week's episode of Dexter on Showtime.
Good night all.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Mayflower Madness
Work has been somewhat hectic these last couple of weeks, and it's taken the motivation to write out of me. I promised you all the story of my horrible experience with the moving company Mayflower. I'll try not to drag this on. Thinking about it, the story of how I ended up moving to the west coast may also be something I'll post about. But to keep this entry somewhat short, I'll skip details on that although it is related.
In November of 2000, I found myself with a job offer here in the SF Bay area. It was an awesome deal and the company hiring me was paying for everything related to the move. They had contracted with Mayflower to move me from Long Island, New York to Foster City, California.
The first step was advance relocation services. They come to you place and pack and get ready to move all your goodies. They give some nice tips, leave boxes for packing some stuff yourself, and that part of the move was pretty sweet. I recall giving those guys a decent tip as well as buying pizzas and soda. Molloy Bros Moving and Storage was their name, and I have no problem with them. Hell, I'd recommend them.
A few days later the moving truck showed up, or what I thought was the moving truck. Yes, it was a tractor trailer with a full size moving rig. But I was told that only about half my stuff would be going on this truck. There was someone else's belonging's fulling up half the trailer and that was being dropped off in NV or AZ. Still, the driver and his helper were pretty cool. My two motorcycles were loaded on this trailer, and a bunch of other stuff. For those familiar with moving, the little stickers with a lot number and sequence number were put on my belongings and written down in a log or sort of a bill of lading. Except for the unexpected load split, this was also a pleasant experience. Another tip for the driver and his helper, and more pizza and soda.
Now things start getting dicey... The pickup for the rest of my stuff was delayed once, getting a phone call at the last minute that the truck will be by the next day. The next day, a moving van shows up, but not a tractor trailer. I ask about the vehicle and I was told that they are at my house to just pick up my stuff and it will be stored and transferred to the big rig that will drive it west. Whatever... Now, I had two window air conditioner units. One was an old Sears Coldspot, probably about 20 years old that still rocked. The other was a white Friedrich unit that I purchased that August, only a few months before. The little stickers were applied, logged, and the units wrapped in those moving blankets. More tips, more pizza, more soda. Soon, except for the things I was taking with me when I drove across the country, all my goodies were in the possession of Mayflower or their agents. A day or two later, I was driving across the country with my buddy Andy and Jessi my dog.
The trip to the west coast was for the most part uneventful. Played cat and mouse with a snow storm or two, but made it in four days.
I believe I arrived here on a Wednesday. That Thursday, the first truck arrived. The driver and his helper made great time getting my stuff unloaded and when we couldn't locate some small wood pieces for a bed frame, the driver paid for some wood we had bought and had cut to size at the local Home Depot. Not a problem with this crew. Once again; tips, pizza, soda. Hearty handshakes with the gentlemen and took the Harley for a quick blast around the neighborhood. So far, all is good.
A day or so later, no second truck. But I had bid my bud Andy farewell and dropped him off the at the airport (company that hired me paid for his one-way ticket back to NY). I also start my new job. I get a call saying my stuff will be delievered the next day. I take the day off, and about lunch time get a call saying not today. This happens about two or three more times! WTF! I'm starting to get concerned.
Finally, the truck does arrive. This second driver and his helper just don't seem all that right to me. As we're unloading my stuff, we get to the air conditioners. Sears Coldspot, check. Friedrich... hmmmm... unwrap the moving blanket and there's some brown generic brand air conditioner. Oddly, it has the same exact sticker; lot number and sequence number, that was put on my Friedrich. Think about that. Someone needed to unwrap my AC, move the sticker, and wrap the other AC. I make a stink and call Mayflower. I refuse to sign the receipt until the driver and myself make a note that the AC is not mine and initial it. There's also another box completely missing. This is getting annoying. Finally, small tip and no fucking pizza or soda, the moving truck leaves.
Mayflower customer service... sucks! When calling to complain, the customer service rep told me to contact the police where the AC was stolen. I was fucking furious! I told him to tell me which of his crack head employees stole it so I knew which jurisdiction to call. I mean, it seemed lost on this idiot that someone who worked for Mayflower had the access to unwrap my new AC, take the sticker off and put it on some other piece of shit, and wrap that. This guy was complete prick! My saving grace was that the company that hired me and was paying for the move (and at least one other person's move) played hardball. Basically, it they didn't pay for my loss, they weren't getting paid. So I was asked to supply a receipt for the AC and a list of the contents of the missing box. I had a receipt for the AC, which they did pay for in full. But at the time I could not figure out what was in the missing box. So, I made a list of various power tools since the box was from the shed or basement (I don't remember which). Unfortunately, I didn't put up my Christmas Tree until the next year. The missing box was Christmas Ornaments. That might not not seem too bad, but I had the ornaments from when I was kid. Hand blown glass ornaments from Poland (my maternal grandparents) and other sentimental ones.
So, if you're moving. Don't use Mayflower!
Now as I let out a sigh, I'm going to catch the Hawaii 5-0 premier.
In November of 2000, I found myself with a job offer here in the SF Bay area. It was an awesome deal and the company hiring me was paying for everything related to the move. They had contracted with Mayflower to move me from Long Island, New York to Foster City, California.
The first step was advance relocation services. They come to you place and pack and get ready to move all your goodies. They give some nice tips, leave boxes for packing some stuff yourself, and that part of the move was pretty sweet. I recall giving those guys a decent tip as well as buying pizzas and soda. Molloy Bros Moving and Storage was their name, and I have no problem with them. Hell, I'd recommend them.
A few days later the moving truck showed up, or what I thought was the moving truck. Yes, it was a tractor trailer with a full size moving rig. But I was told that only about half my stuff would be going on this truck. There was someone else's belonging's fulling up half the trailer and that was being dropped off in NV or AZ. Still, the driver and his helper were pretty cool. My two motorcycles were loaded on this trailer, and a bunch of other stuff. For those familiar with moving, the little stickers with a lot number and sequence number were put on my belongings and written down in a log or sort of a bill of lading. Except for the unexpected load split, this was also a pleasant experience. Another tip for the driver and his helper, and more pizza and soda.
Now things start getting dicey... The pickup for the rest of my stuff was delayed once, getting a phone call at the last minute that the truck will be by the next day. The next day, a moving van shows up, but not a tractor trailer. I ask about the vehicle and I was told that they are at my house to just pick up my stuff and it will be stored and transferred to the big rig that will drive it west. Whatever... Now, I had two window air conditioner units. One was an old Sears Coldspot, probably about 20 years old that still rocked. The other was a white Friedrich unit that I purchased that August, only a few months before. The little stickers were applied, logged, and the units wrapped in those moving blankets. More tips, more pizza, more soda. Soon, except for the things I was taking with me when I drove across the country, all my goodies were in the possession of Mayflower or their agents. A day or two later, I was driving across the country with my buddy Andy and Jessi my dog.
The trip to the west coast was for the most part uneventful. Played cat and mouse with a snow storm or two, but made it in four days.
I believe I arrived here on a Wednesday. That Thursday, the first truck arrived. The driver and his helper made great time getting my stuff unloaded and when we couldn't locate some small wood pieces for a bed frame, the driver paid for some wood we had bought and had cut to size at the local Home Depot. Not a problem with this crew. Once again; tips, pizza, soda. Hearty handshakes with the gentlemen and took the Harley for a quick blast around the neighborhood. So far, all is good.
A day or so later, no second truck. But I had bid my bud Andy farewell and dropped him off the at the airport (company that hired me paid for his one-way ticket back to NY). I also start my new job. I get a call saying my stuff will be delievered the next day. I take the day off, and about lunch time get a call saying not today. This happens about two or three more times! WTF! I'm starting to get concerned.
Finally, the truck does arrive. This second driver and his helper just don't seem all that right to me. As we're unloading my stuff, we get to the air conditioners. Sears Coldspot, check. Friedrich... hmmmm... unwrap the moving blanket and there's some brown generic brand air conditioner. Oddly, it has the same exact sticker; lot number and sequence number, that was put on my Friedrich. Think about that. Someone needed to unwrap my AC, move the sticker, and wrap the other AC. I make a stink and call Mayflower. I refuse to sign the receipt until the driver and myself make a note that the AC is not mine and initial it. There's also another box completely missing. This is getting annoying. Finally, small tip and no fucking pizza or soda, the moving truck leaves.
Mayflower customer service... sucks! When calling to complain, the customer service rep told me to contact the police where the AC was stolen. I was fucking furious! I told him to tell me which of his crack head employees stole it so I knew which jurisdiction to call. I mean, it seemed lost on this idiot that someone who worked for Mayflower had the access to unwrap my new AC, take the sticker off and put it on some other piece of shit, and wrap that. This guy was complete prick! My saving grace was that the company that hired me and was paying for the move (and at least one other person's move) played hardball. Basically, it they didn't pay for my loss, they weren't getting paid. So I was asked to supply a receipt for the AC and a list of the contents of the missing box. I had a receipt for the AC, which they did pay for in full. But at the time I could not figure out what was in the missing box. So, I made a list of various power tools since the box was from the shed or basement (I don't remember which). Unfortunately, I didn't put up my Christmas Tree until the next year. The missing box was Christmas Ornaments. That might not not seem too bad, but I had the ornaments from when I was kid. Hand blown glass ornaments from Poland (my maternal grandparents) and other sentimental ones.
So, if you're moving. Don't use Mayflower!
Now as I let out a sigh, I'm going to catch the Hawaii 5-0 premier.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Born to be wild
Sitting on my couch, watching the NASCAR Emory Healthcare 500 at Atlanta Motor Speedway on ESPN. It's Labor Day weekend and therefore I have the day off tomorrow. But this post isn't about Labor Day, nor is it about NASCAR. Back in July, I said that I should perhaps tell the story of how the movie "Easy Rider" had an impact on my life. So here goes.
The movie "Easy Rider" was released in 1969. Directed by Dennis Hopper (1936-2010), and written by Hopper along with Peter Fonda and Terry Southern. I'm not going to summarize the movie, but if you're someone who isn't familiar with it, please go to http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0064276/.
Now I didn't see it in the movies, as I was eight years old in 1969. I'm not quite sure exactly when I did see it, but I think I was ten or eleven years old (1971 or 1972) at the time. I remember being sick with a cold, flu, or some other ailment. I was having trouble sleeping, and my mom let me stay up in the living room and watch television. "Easy Rider" happened to be the late late movie or something like that, starting at maybe 1:00am or something. As a young boy, seeing the motorcycles on the screen while I was changing channels looking for something to watch, I had stopped searching and took my spot on the couch. I think I caught it right near the beginning. As a young boy I obviously was interested in cars, motorcycles, and anything else with a motor that made noise. :) Sears catalogs would have mini-bikes and go-carts, and like every other boy my age, one or the other would be on my Christmas list every year.
So there I was, feeling under the weather, not being able to sleep, and watching a movie that contained themes and images I didn't quite understand. To me, the stars of the movies were the motorcycles. The big star was the Captain America bike ridden by Peter Fonda. Lots of chrome and the stars and stripes paint job on the gas tank, quite an impression to a young boy. But it wasn't just the motorcycles. I may not have fully understood the scenes depicting drug use and other adult issues, but something inside of me understood the feeling of being out on the road. Something inside my head clicked that night. I started drawing choppers in my school notebooks, and buying the chopper type motorcycle magazines that were allowed to be sold to minors. I knew that when I got older, I would be riding a motorcycle all over this great country.
Time did pass, and I owned a few different motorcycles over the years. And yes, I did ride across the country and through 42 states on my first Harley Davidson. Also, somewhere along the line as I matured I started to appreciate the motorcycle ridden by Dennis Hopper, aka "Billy", in the movie. I think that's common with a lot of fans of the movie who ride. Would I have been this interested in motorcycles (mainly Harleys and Choppers) have I not seen "Easy Rider" that night years ago? I guess we can never know. But I did the see the movie and I believe it had an impact on my life as it is today.
Thank you Dennis Hopper. RIP.
Okay, now that I got that out of the way I can watch the last half of the race still going on. Going to wash the SRT8 tomorrow, and grill up some steak for dinner later in the day. For those of you celebrating the holiday, enjoy it.
Until next time, take care.
The movie "Easy Rider" was released in 1969. Directed by Dennis Hopper (1936-2010), and written by Hopper along with Peter Fonda and Terry Southern. I'm not going to summarize the movie, but if you're someone who isn't familiar with it, please go to http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0064276/.
Now I didn't see it in the movies, as I was eight years old in 1969. I'm not quite sure exactly when I did see it, but I think I was ten or eleven years old (1971 or 1972) at the time. I remember being sick with a cold, flu, or some other ailment. I was having trouble sleeping, and my mom let me stay up in the living room and watch television. "Easy Rider" happened to be the late late movie or something like that, starting at maybe 1:00am or something. As a young boy, seeing the motorcycles on the screen while I was changing channels looking for something to watch, I had stopped searching and took my spot on the couch. I think I caught it right near the beginning. As a young boy I obviously was interested in cars, motorcycles, and anything else with a motor that made noise. :) Sears catalogs would have mini-bikes and go-carts, and like every other boy my age, one or the other would be on my Christmas list every year.
So there I was, feeling under the weather, not being able to sleep, and watching a movie that contained themes and images I didn't quite understand. To me, the stars of the movies were the motorcycles. The big star was the Captain America bike ridden by Peter Fonda. Lots of chrome and the stars and stripes paint job on the gas tank, quite an impression to a young boy. But it wasn't just the motorcycles. I may not have fully understood the scenes depicting drug use and other adult issues, but something inside of me understood the feeling of being out on the road. Something inside my head clicked that night. I started drawing choppers in my school notebooks, and buying the chopper type motorcycle magazines that were allowed to be sold to minors. I knew that when I got older, I would be riding a motorcycle all over this great country.
Time did pass, and I owned a few different motorcycles over the years. And yes, I did ride across the country and through 42 states on my first Harley Davidson. Also, somewhere along the line as I matured I started to appreciate the motorcycle ridden by Dennis Hopper, aka "Billy", in the movie. I think that's common with a lot of fans of the movie who ride. Would I have been this interested in motorcycles (mainly Harleys and Choppers) have I not seen "Easy Rider" that night years ago? I guess we can never know. But I did the see the movie and I believe it had an impact on my life as it is today.
Thank you Dennis Hopper. RIP.
Okay, now that I got that out of the way I can watch the last half of the race still going on. Going to wash the SRT8 tomorrow, and grill up some steak for dinner later in the day. For those of you celebrating the holiday, enjoy it.
Until next time, take care.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Mopar Man?
The check engine light once again reared its ugly head on the Durango. This time, code P0900 which has something to do with the "clutch actuator circuit". At the same time, the transmission began doing odd things and would sometimes not go into overdrive. So how did I fix the check engine light this time around? Obviously I wasn't heading to Putnam CJD. Saturday the 14th, I drove the old girl to Stevens Creek CJD in San Jose. A couple hours later I drove home with this.
A 2010 Dodge Challenger SRT8 in Hemi-Orange.
I haven't thought about it, but based on the last few vehicles I've owned, I became a 'Mopar Man'. Not counting motorcycles, my driving life started out with a 1972 Oldsmobile Cutlass. I had that car for years and close to 200k miles before giving it to a good friend. I had another 72 Cutlass that was given to me, as well as a 1968 Buick Skylark GS that was also donated to me. The other Cutlass was junked, and I in turn gave the Skylark to another friend. In 1986, while I was still driving my original Cutlass, I purchased a new Ford Thunderbird with the 5.0L V8. I remember my dad telling me I bought an "old man's car". :) I forgot exactly when I finally gave the Cutlass to my bud, but the TBird lasted me until I purchased a new Dodge Dakota pickup truck in 1995. Another 5.0L V8 and 4WD. Traded the TBird in. The 4WD turned out to be a good choice as the winter of 95-96 on Long Island was a record breaker! Driving the little pickup around in the snow when others were getting stuck was a blast. I still miss that truck.
Roll back to 1991 when I adopted Jessi, a lab samoyed mix. She loved going for rides, even to the veterinarian. When I had the TBird that wasn't a problem. However the Dakota was a standard cab. Jessi did not enjoy riding in the passenger seat of the pickup truck all that much. So in the fall of 1999 I ordered the Dodge Durango. I half jokingly told everyone that I bought it for Jessi. The front seats were mine, everything behind them belonged to her! ;) Hell, even when I traded the truck in last week there was dog hair all over the place. To that I should add that Jessi has been gone since May of 2008. The Durango was a reliable old friend through the years. Not much maintenance, a trip down to FL to visit the parents once, and drove it out here to the west coast when I moved in 2000.
All good things seem to come to an end. After the fiasco with Putnam CJD, the engine light reappearing didn't exactly give me the warm and fuzzies. A mechanic friend told me that the engine code and transmission behaviour likely meant I would need a new tranny. Things began to seem like the downhill path to monthly repairs that cost as much as a car payment. So, it was time. I've been thinking of two of the "retro" looking muscle cars of late. The Challenger and the Mustang. I rented a Mustang when I visited my daughter and her mom for a week back in March. It was good, but some of the ergonomics in the interior bothered me. Keeping my bad left leg in mind and wanting the 6-speed manual transmission in the SRT8, I went to look, sit, and test drive. The first good sign was I could sit comfortably while driving. Next, the visibility wasn't as bad as one may think (I've been used to great visibility out of the Durango and Dakota for 15 years). Feeling the power during the test drive hooked me and I knew that I would not be driving my once trusty old friend home that day. It was bittersweet as I emptied the small amount of personal belongings from the Durango into a plastic bag to carry over to where my new car awaited. Not only my new car, but my third new Dodge in a row. Somewhere after the GMs and Ford I seem to have become a Mopar Man.
A 2010 Dodge Challenger SRT8 in Hemi-Orange.I haven't thought about it, but based on the last few vehicles I've owned, I became a 'Mopar Man'. Not counting motorcycles, my driving life started out with a 1972 Oldsmobile Cutlass. I had that car for years and close to 200k miles before giving it to a good friend. I had another 72 Cutlass that was given to me, as well as a 1968 Buick Skylark GS that was also donated to me. The other Cutlass was junked, and I in turn gave the Skylark to another friend. In 1986, while I was still driving my original Cutlass, I purchased a new Ford Thunderbird with the 5.0L V8. I remember my dad telling me I bought an "old man's car". :) I forgot exactly when I finally gave the Cutlass to my bud, but the TBird lasted me until I purchased a new Dodge Dakota pickup truck in 1995. Another 5.0L V8 and 4WD. Traded the TBird in. The 4WD turned out to be a good choice as the winter of 95-96 on Long Island was a record breaker! Driving the little pickup around in the snow when others were getting stuck was a blast. I still miss that truck.
Roll back to 1991 when I adopted Jessi, a lab samoyed mix. She loved going for rides, even to the veterinarian. When I had the TBird that wasn't a problem. However the Dakota was a standard cab. Jessi did not enjoy riding in the passenger seat of the pickup truck all that much. So in the fall of 1999 I ordered the Dodge Durango. I half jokingly told everyone that I bought it for Jessi. The front seats were mine, everything behind them belonged to her! ;) Hell, even when I traded the truck in last week there was dog hair all over the place. To that I should add that Jessi has been gone since May of 2008. The Durango was a reliable old friend through the years. Not much maintenance, a trip down to FL to visit the parents once, and drove it out here to the west coast when I moved in 2000.
All good things seem to come to an end. After the fiasco with Putnam CJD, the engine light reappearing didn't exactly give me the warm and fuzzies. A mechanic friend told me that the engine code and transmission behaviour likely meant I would need a new tranny. Things began to seem like the downhill path to monthly repairs that cost as much as a car payment. So, it was time. I've been thinking of two of the "retro" looking muscle cars of late. The Challenger and the Mustang. I rented a Mustang when I visited my daughter and her mom for a week back in March. It was good, but some of the ergonomics in the interior bothered me. Keeping my bad left leg in mind and wanting the 6-speed manual transmission in the SRT8, I went to look, sit, and test drive. The first good sign was I could sit comfortably while driving. Next, the visibility wasn't as bad as one may think (I've been used to great visibility out of the Durango and Dakota for 15 years). Feeling the power during the test drive hooked me and I knew that I would not be driving my once trusty old friend home that day. It was bittersweet as I emptied the small amount of personal belongings from the Durango into a plastic bag to carry over to where my new car awaited. Not only my new car, but my third new Dodge in a row. Somewhere after the GMs and Ford I seem to have become a Mopar Man.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Putnam Chrysler Jeep Dodge #Fail
I have a 2000 Dodge Durango. For quite some time the check engine light would go on and I found a way to check the engine code using the ignition switch. The code was P0551, which meant that likely the power steering pressure switch was bad. The switch helps control idle speed to keep pressure up during idle. Not really affecting how the truck drove, I let that go.
Somewhat recently the Durango starting having othe issues and two new codes. P0121 and P0340. Throttle position sensor and camshaft position sensor. This made the truck drive a little erratically, so it was time to have the old girl serviced. I figured I would bring it to a dealer and chose Putnam Chrysler because they were the closest to my job and home.
I drop the truck off and explain all the issues, including the engine codes. They said they would still have to test drive it, and put it on the computer to pull diagnostic codes. Now imagine my reaction when their diagnosis of the problem cost $570.00! WTF! At this time I'm stuck, I can't just pick up the Durango without paying for their alleged time spent on diagnosis. The repair with parts and labor only added a little more than $200.00 the total invoice.
I believe this is almost criminal! I have opened a case with the Better Business Bureau, and am waiting further response from them. But I will never go back to Putnam Chrysler Jeep Dodge again and I would urge anyone reading this to do the same.
Somewhat recently the Durango starting having othe issues and two new codes. P0121 and P0340. Throttle position sensor and camshaft position sensor. This made the truck drive a little erratically, so it was time to have the old girl serviced. I figured I would bring it to a dealer and chose Putnam Chrysler because they were the closest to my job and home.
I drop the truck off and explain all the issues, including the engine codes. They said they would still have to test drive it, and put it on the computer to pull diagnostic codes. Now imagine my reaction when their diagnosis of the problem cost $570.00! WTF! At this time I'm stuck, I can't just pick up the Durango without paying for their alleged time spent on diagnosis. The repair with parts and labor only added a little more than $200.00 the total invoice.
I believe this is almost criminal! I have opened a case with the Better Business Bureau, and am waiting further response from them. But I will never go back to Putnam Chrysler Jeep Dodge again and I would urge anyone reading this to do the same.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Nothing to see here
No, really, nothing to see here. I noticed I haven't posted anything new since early last week, so I decided to put up a quick post just so you all think I didn't forget.
Not much on my mind today. I'd be looking forward to the weekend, but I do have the on-call Blackberry for the next week. Sometime in the future I'll tell you all about my horrible experience with Mayflower when I moved to the west coast in 2000, and how the movie "Easy Rider" had an affect on my life. I should also tell you why you should stay away from Putnam Chrysler in Burlingame CA. But for now, all you're getting is this message to please stand by.
Have a great weekend.
Not much on my mind today. I'd be looking forward to the weekend, but I do have the on-call Blackberry for the next week. Sometime in the future I'll tell you all about my horrible experience with Mayflower when I moved to the west coast in 2000, and how the movie "Easy Rider" had an affect on my life. I should also tell you why you should stay away from Putnam Chrysler in Burlingame CA. But for now, all you're getting is this message to please stand by.
Have a great weekend.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Tuesday's Gone
Tonight on Discovery Channel's reality series Deadliest Catch, we say goodbye to Captain Phil Harris (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_Harris_%28fisherman%29). After suffering a stroke in late January of 2010, he passed away Tuesday, February 9 2010. In trailers for the upcoming episode of Deadliest Catch, the Discovery Channel chose Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Tuesday's Gone" as the music. I don't know if this song was chosen because of which day of the week Phil left us.
I've been a fan of the show and its crews since its beginning and like many other fans, I am curious about the fate of Capt. Phil's vessel, the Cornelia Marie, and her crew. Especially Phil's sons Jake and Josh. It was just prior to Phil's massive stoke, that younger son Jake admitted to having a substance abuse issue.
But this Tuesday evening is going to be a sad one as we say farewell and Godspeed to Captain Phil Harris. While watching this evening I will hoist a glass in his honor.
I've been a fan of the show and its crews since its beginning and like many other fans, I am curious about the fate of Capt. Phil's vessel, the Cornelia Marie, and her crew. Especially Phil's sons Jake and Josh. It was just prior to Phil's massive stoke, that younger son Jake admitted to having a substance abuse issue.
But this Tuesday evening is going to be a sad one as we say farewell and Godspeed to Captain Phil Harris. While watching this evening I will hoist a glass in his honor.
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