Quoting Michael Loo to Nancy Backus on 03-11-19 09:26 <=-
Yet another reason to beware any drug with a laundry list of side effects.Much too true.... one has to balance the lists against the possible usefulness, and take one's choices/chances.... and watch out for the
What modern medicine doesn't come with such
a list? And they keep discovering new and
interesting side effects for the old standbys.
side effects one knows one is particularly prone to....
The radical side of me says that it's a
zero-sum game, and much of the
pharmaceutical industry is built on sand.
fenders. By the way, why do some peopleFenders are what are covering or protecting the wheels/tires, bumpers
call them fenders and some call them
bumpers? Optimism versus pessimism perhaps.
are at the front and rear of the car.... some cars apparently have the
two connected to each other, perhaps...
The confusion is severe enough that Wikipedia
has a subheading under Fender (vehicle) that says
For the part of an automobile designed to
absorb minor impacts, see Bumper (automobile).
Those of us who don't know a wheel from a tire
don't help the situation much. So we had this
rather unsatisfactory quartet session in Newton
at the conservatory professor's house, and we
hacked through Shostakovich 1 and Brahms 1, and
Bonnie insisted that as it was cold out, she would
drive me there and stay to enjoy (?) the music.
Afterward, we piled back into the car and found a
driveway to turn around in, whereupon there was
this loud thunk and a horrible scraping noise, so
I said, stop the car, now. Crawled under and saw
this thing trailing on the ground, and I said,
nastily, serves you right for doing me a favor.
We went back, and after I vehemently denied that
this could be part of the exhaust system, because
it wasn't hollow, Steven went to the Internet and
found a picture, and said, is it this? And so it
was - the drive shaft had come loose and was
dragging on the ground. So Bonnie called AAA and
explained the situation, and they said, it's the
exhaust, and I had to go on (I don't know anything
about cars, but a male voice beats a female voice
any time in situations like this) and say it wasn't
part of the exhaust system, it's part of the drive
train, and described my diagnostic observation,
which was mainly 1. it went down the exact middle
line of the car, and 2. it wasn't hollow. So
eventually they believed us, and referred us to a
towing company, whose dispatcher expressed the same
doubt, whereupon I lost my command of the
terminology and at this point not knowing the
difference between a drive shaft and a transmission
just said, look, it's a solid piece of metal
dragging on the ground, and eventually they believed.
So in half an hour the tow guy came and, still not
believing, crawled under the car and noted the same
thing, admitting that he too had doubted the diagnosis.
Bonnie's mechanic doesn't have an open lot, so the
thing had to be towed to her driveway, and next day
again to the garage, where they said something about
the rear differential and quoted a price, well, it was
more than two tickets to Panama and a week's hotel and
food and incidentals.
... I'm of the faction that believes mushroom sandwiches are not burgers
That's not a faction, it's the mainstream and I hope
always will be. I mean, big agarics have their place,
but not as a meat substitute.
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