I'm nearing the home stretch of a move from California to New Mexico.
(I'll be writing about that eventually, but right now I'm in the
middle of Moving Hell.) Since we're about to drive our cars out
to a place that's getting freezing temperatures, Dave got the bright idea
that we ought to replace our windshield washer fluid with a type
that doesn't freeze at 32°F.
Easy, right? We drove down to Pep Boys -- and couldn't find any.
All they had was marked as 32°. So we asked the gentleman at
Sorry, we only carry the 32-degree kind.
We're not legally allowed to sell the other kind.
We're not legally allowed to sell the antifreeze type because it
hardly ever gets down to freezing here.
But what do people do when they're driving up to Tahoe or something?
They start with the tank empty, stop partway up and buy some,
and fill up there.
We drove down the street to O'Reilly's, to double check.
O'Reilly's sells a concentrate with additives
(methanol) for subfreezing temperatures. Just add water.
I did a web search when we got back home. Sure enough, the California
Air Resources Board (CARB) has made it illegal to sell pre-mixed
windshield washer fluid with methanol, because the methanol evaporates
contributes to "ground level ozone and air pollution", according to
Hanford Sentinel: Looking for winter windshield washer fluid? Good luck!
It's illegal to sell pre-mixed.
But it's legal to sell concentrate
-- even though the concentrate contains far more methanol than pre-mixed
Words fail me.
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I have an old tool bag I bought at a surplus store a zillion years ago
to carry tools in the trunk of my Fiat X1/9, while I was
to work on cars. It's reasonably compact, with two pockets, which
I designated as "wrenches" and "everything else", and it carried nearly
all my tools for over a decade.
But over that time, it's been getting progressively shabbier and
dirtier -- funny thing about something that gets tossed on roadsides
and parking lots. And I've been getting tired of the way, when I need
to find that 10mm wrench, I have to dump everything in the "wrenches"
pocket out on the garage floor and sort through them. Then the last
straw was the zipper breaking.
Lately, every time I have to find a tool, an idle thought flits through
the back of my mind, like ... wouldn't it be nice if I had some flat
thing that held all the tools in some sort of order, which then rolled
up into a compact bag?
It took an embarrassingly long time before it occurred to me that
if I was thinking this,
maybe someone else had had the same idea ... and to go to Amazon and
search for "tool roll". And discover that there were dozens of these
things, and they're not even expensive. Under $20 for a nice one.
So I ordered one.
When it arrived, I took all my tools out of the old bag, washed and
dried them, and sorted them. (What ever happened to my 14mm socket?
Or the short 3/8-inch extension?) Then I laid out the tool roll
and started choosing pockets.
I was glad I'd chosen the 25-pocket model instead of one of the
smaller ones. I didn't have any problem filling out the pockets,
and I'm still not sure what to do with my set of deep sockets.
Maybe I should get an even bigger roll!
But I'm very happy with my tool roll for now.
I'm jazzed about how organized the tools are now and how easy it'll
be to find things, and to pack up after a repair job. And it rolls up
much smaller than the old tool bag, so it'll be easy to store in the
Miata's trunk. Not that I expect to need to carry tools with the Miata,
like I sometimes needed for the Fiats ... but it never hurts to be
prepared. And having my tools in one compact place will also it easy
to toss them in the back of the Rav4 when we go on desert trips.
(And no, I don't know how the large Vice-Grips got so rusty. They
never got wet.)
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I bought a Miata yesterday! My new baby. It's a 2000, in a lovely
color Mazda calls "twilight blue mica".
(You can see Miata
pictures here, if you're so inclined.)
I'd forgotten how much nicer sports cars are to drive. I retired my
last X1/9 more than a year ago, and have been driving mushy street
vehicles since then. The Miata surprises me every time I get into
it with its immediacy -- throttle, brake, steering, everything
It does have some used-car glitches that I need to sort out
(some of them maybe even severe), but in general
it's a great car: in stock trim it handles a
lot like the street-prepared X1/9, even on crappy Kumho tires.
Of course, that could be new owner infatuation talking. Ask me
again in a few months. :-)
But really what I wanted to write about was the extremely strange
warning sticker that came plastered to the driver's side window.
I didn't really look at the sticker until the second day after I
drove the car home, and then did a double-take. It says:
While use of all seat belts reduce the chance of ejection,
failure to install and use shoulder harnesses with lap
belts can result in serious or fatal injuries in some crashes.
Lap-only belts increase the chance of head and neck injury by
allowing the upper torso to move unrestrained in a crash and increase
the chance of spinal column and abdominal injuries by concentrating
excessive force on the lower torso. Because children carry a
disproportionate amount of body weight above the waist, they are more
likely to sustain those injuries. Shoulder harnesses may be
available that can be retrofitted in this vehicle. For more
information call the Auto Safety Hotline at 1-800-424-9393.
If you look at the photo I took of the sticker, note the
shoulder belt anchor at the right edge of the frame.
It's a normal stock shoulder belt, just like you'll find
in any car -- this is a 2000 model, for crying out loud, not a 1970.
A web search on the error message led me to
of the California Vehicle Code, which states that
27314.5. (a) (1) Subject to paragraph (3), no dealer shall sell or
offer for sale any used passenger vehicle of a model year of 1972 to
1990, inclusive, unless there is affixed to the window of the left
front door or, if there is no window, to another suitable location so
that it may be seen and read by a person standing outside the vehicle
at that location, a notice, printed in 14-point type, which reads as follows:
... followed by the text on my sticker. It goes on:
(2) The notice shall remain affixed to the vehicle pursuant to
paragraph (1) at all times that the vehicle is for sale.
So the dealer must have put this sticker on. But why? Reading on:
(3) The notice is not required to be affixed to any vehicle equipped
with both a lap belt and a shoulder harness for the driver and one
passenger in the front seat of the vehicle and for at least two
passengers in the rear seat of the vehicle.
The dealer must not have read as far as paragraph (3).
I also found that, despite the fact that the DMV's website still links to
the page I linked above,
that statute was in the
process of being repealed by CA Assembly Bill 2679. Except that if you
click on "Read latest draft", apparently they changed their minds
again in the latest
version of AB 2679 and are now going to keep the warning in.
Maybe instead of leaving it unchanged or striking it, they should
change it to make it clearer that it only applies to cars without
shoulder harnesses installed ... if there are any such cars.
Haven't shoulder harnesses been mandatory in US cars since the early
says they've been mandatory in the front seat since 1968 ... but the
citation they give for that goes to a page that no longer exists,
so that may be off by a few years.
In any case, anyone buying a car so old it doesn't have a shoulder
harness and only "may" be able to have one retrofitted to it
probably understands there may be some safety issues in a 40-year-old
car, and doesn't need a warning sticker.
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We had to get two tires recently, after the Civic got a flat.
Naturally, we wanted the new tires on the front. That's where
steering and braking happens, as well as the drive wheels and
most of the car's weight ... so that's where we wanted the newer tires.
The shop (America's Tire) refused. They said it's a company policy
that a new pair of tires must always go on the rear.
They've even printed up glossy signs
their reasoning -- a fancy poster image that is, unfortunately, wrong.
They show two scenarios. In the one on the left, the rear tires are
losing traction, and the rear end of the car is sliding out. That's
called "oversteer". The car might spin, especially if the driver has
never experienced it before.
That part's all true.
The problem with their diagram is the scenario on the right, where the
presumably better tires are on the rear. In their diagram, magically all
four tires are holding -- nothing ever loses traction. Good deal!
But what really happens if you put the bad tires on the front is that
if something slips, it'll be the front. That's called "understeer".
Understeer can be just as dangerous as oversteer. With practice (I recommend
a driver can learn to detect oversteer and steer out of it before it
gets to be a problem. There's an old saying among racers and
performance drivers: "Oversteer is when the passenger is
scared. Understeer is when the driver is scared."
Most passenger cars, especially front-wheel-drive cars like our Civic,
are designed to understeer severely to begin with.
Putting the poorer tires on the front makes that even worse.
And don't forget the importance of braking. Most of a car's braking
ability comes from the front tires. Don't you want your best rubber
working for you in a panic stop?
While I do understand why the default might be to put new tires on
the rear -- it's better for inexperienced or panicky drivers -- to
insist on it in all cases is just silly.
We drove the Civic home and rotated the tires ourselves.
How did the policy get started?
Dave and I first encountered this policy a couple of years ago.
In the intervening years, it's become pervasive -- just about every
tire shop insists on it now. How did that happen?
If you ask at the tire shop, they may tell you that it's a federal policy --
DOT or some such agency -- or even that it's a state law.
Neither is true. It's merely company policy.
Some will also tell you that it arose from a lawsuit in which a tire
company was sued after a customer spun out. So two years ago, we went
looking to see if that was really true.
Back then, googling either "oversteer" or "understeer" led inexorably
to a Wikipedia page with a reference to "San Luis Obispo County Court
Case CV078853". Unfortunately, Wikipedia's link next to the court case
reference actually led to a general page for a law firm that appears to
specialize in vehicular personal injury lawsuits. (Nice advertising, that.)
There was no information about any such case.
Nor did there seem to be any official records online of such a case;
and the SLO courthouse didn't respond to an email request for more information.
Googling the court case, though, got lots of hits -- nearly all of them
pasted verbatim from the Wikipedia page, then using that as "proof"
of the supposed safety argument.
The test of time
Now, a few years later, it seems that nearly all tire manufacturers
have adopted this as a firm, non-negotiable policy.
Some shops are even using it as a reason to
(See, the front tires wear faster on most cars,
so if you rotate tires between front and rear, now you're putting the
more worn tires on the rear ... which is dangerous! Better to just
let those front tires wear out and make the customer buy a new pair.)
The news is better on the Wikipedia end. Someone eventually heeded
Dave's attempt to fix the Wikipedia page, removed the bogus
advertising link to the ambulance-chasing law firm, and added
"citation needed". Subsequently,
several people rewrote the page in stages, with comments like "This is a
complete replacement. The existing version was wrong from the 1st
sentence and has little relationship to the standard terminology."
The page is much better now.
What isn't better is that the sentence from the old Wikipedia page is
still all over the net, word for word. Google for the court case and you'll
find lots of examples. Many of them are content mills copying random
Wikipedia content onto pages that bear no relation to cars at all.
But unfortunately, you'll also find lots of cases of people using
this phantom court case to argue the safety point.
Sadly, it seems that once something gets onto Wikipedia, it becomes
part of the zeitgeist forever ... and however wrong it might be, you'll
never be able to convince people of that.
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A recent Jon Carroll column
got me thinking about Making and Fixing.
This was the passage that got me started:
... I took it to Dave up at the repair place. "You need a new
battery," he said. Looked like a fine battery to me, but what do I
know? I had a second opinion from the guy who wanted to sell me a
battery. What could go wrong?
I brooded about this on the way. I realized how much we are at the
mercy of the repair people in our lives, and how much we do not know
about, well, most things.
At their mercy
That took me back. I grew up with the idea that mechanical things
like cars were a little scary, something one doesn't really muck with.
This despite the many happy afternons I spent building little
balsa-wood gliders with my father. Later, I learned a little
electronics, and built little things like a switchbox so my mom could
switch between cable and VCR without unplugging anything.
But knowing I could handle an X-Acto knife and soldering iron somehow
didn't translate to the notion that I could work on anything as
scarily mechanical as a car or a home appliance.
When I was just getting out on my own, my car -- a 200SX turbo, my
pride and joy -- developed a terrible ticking sound. When I got on the
gas hard, it would make this loud tick tick tick tickticktick.
I took it to the mechanic. He listened to the noise and said "Lady,
it's your turbo." He said it needed replacement.
I was pretty sure that wasn't right. I had read the turbo spun at something
like 100,000 RPM. This sound was more like -- I don't know, a few
ticks a second, maybe a few hundred RPM? Shouldn't something spinning
at a hundred thousand RPM (let's see, that's ... divide by 60 ... 1667 Hz),
shouldn't that make a sort of a whine, not ticks?
I asked the mechanic that. He shook his head. "Lady, it's your turbo.
You have to replace it."
I was pretty sure I was being lied to. But what could I do?
As Jon Carroll says, "we are at the mercy of the repair people in our lives."
I arranged for a replacement. The warranty covered part of it; I still had
to pay quite a bit.
And when it was over, the tick-tick-ticking noise was still there.
I'd been right -- the noise wasn't coming from the turbo.
Somehow that didn't make me feel better.
I saw a movie some time around then -- some awful movie involving
motorcycles, I forget the details -- that had a character I liked.
You've probably seen the archetype -- she's been in other movies.
You know, the girl-mechanic with the grease smudge on one cheek and the
bright eyes. Think Kaylee from Firefly, only this was long before Firefly.
I wanted to be that girl -- the one who never had to put up with
mechanics lying to her, the one who'd never get stuck somewhere.
She had control over her life. She understood the machines.
But how do you even get started learning something like that?
All the guys I knew who knew how to work on cars had grown up in a
culture where they learned it from their father or brothers.
I set a goal: I'd do my own oil change. I found instructions somewhere.
I bought a crescent wrench -- one of those adjustable things --
and an oil pan to catch the oil, and a new filter.
I lay down in the dirt and slid under the car and got the wrench on the
bolt and ... it kept sliding off. I couldn't get the bolt loose,
and I was rounding off the corners so maybe no one could ever get
it loose. Oh no! The instructions didn't say what to do if that happened.
I got in the car, drove to the local mechanics' shop (not the same one
that had lied to me about the turbo) and threw myself on their mercy.
I said I'd be happy to pay whatever an oil change cost, but I didn't
want them to do it -- just please show me how to get the bolt loose.
They were super nice about it. They broke it loose (they said whoever
did it last way over-tightened it). They took a look at my crescent
wrench and told me never to use it again -- that I should stop at Napa
on the way home and buy a 14mm box-end wrench. I don't think they even
charged me anything.
Back at home, armed with my new 14mm wrench, I got the drain plug off,
and the rest of the oil change went smoothly. I changed the filter and
put the new oil in and closed up. My hands were shaking as I drove off --
surely all the oil was going to fall out right away, trashing my
engine forever. But it didn't.
When I got back, one of my housemates was home. He said "You look adorable."
Apparently I had that grease smudge on my cheek -- you know, just like
the girl mechanic in the movie. Maybe there was hope!
And you know what? Once I knew how to do an oil change, I found it took less
time to do it myself than it did to drive to the shop, drop off the
car, arrange a ride home, and all the other hassle associated with
having someone else do it.
Beyond oil changes
Doing my own oil change boosted my confidence incredibly. But I wanted
to learn more. I wanted to be able to fix things when they broke down.
It was around this time that I took up autocross racing. Of course,
a lot of the guys at the autocrosses were great mechanics. I started
asking them questions, picking their brains.
My car still made that tick-tick-tick sound -- I'd pretty much learned
to live with it since it seemed to be this mysterious thing no one
knew how to fix. I asked one of my autocrosser friends.
He said "Yeah, I've noticed you have an exhaust leak. You
should fix that" He said it like, duh, doesn't everybody recognize the
sound of an exhaust leak when they hear it?
What's an exhaust leak? How would I fix it? Turns out it means the gasket
between the exhaust manifold and the head is bad. You have to unbolt
the manifold and pull it back so you can slip a new gasket in. (He showed
me what all those things were so I'd know what he was talking about.)
Normally that would be pretty easy, but on a turbo car it meant
disconnecting all the turbo plumbing and moving the turbo out of the
Another autocrosser, an expert mechanic, offered to help.
We did the job. It turned out to be harder than expected.
Seems that previous mechanics, probably the nim-nuts who replaced the
turbo, had messed up the threads in the aluminum head -- and instead
of fixing it right, they'd just taken a stud with different threads
and jammed it in. I learned all about taps, and Heli-coils, and
other techniques that weren't part of the original plan.
And the noise went away. We fixed it right. Not like the shop
that was only interested in screwing another ignorant customer out of
whatever they could get.
I still wanted to learn more, and not be so dependent on helpful guys.
I looked around for books.
Shop manuals and Haynes and Chilton and Clymer manuals all assume you're
already pretty comfortable working on cars. I needed something that
I'd been kicking around the idea of getting a car just for autocross --
some older, simpler car that would be easy to learn on. One option
I was considering was a Scirocco, and that put me on to Poor
Richard's Rabbit Book: How to Keep Your VW Rabbit/Scirocco Alive.
It was fabulous. It explained everything from the beginning -- what the
various parts do, how to find them in a Rabbit/Scirocco -- but it was
clear enough that it worked for any car, not just a VW. I inhaled that
book. It was my bible for years, even after I gave up on the Scirocco
idea. I chose a Fiat X1/9 instead.
Everyone knows Fiat's reputation. The joke is that it stands for "Fix
It Again, Tony" (though I always preferred "Fix It Alla Time").
A Fiat would surely force me to learn, fast.
My new baby, Colibri (Italian for "hummingbird") was a mess of a car.
It had been in several accidents. Just about everything needed some
amount of work. It was perfect. I loved it.
My first big job was a brake job in the parking lot of a San Diego Pep Boys,
Poor Richard's and the Haynes manual in hand, the store handy
so I could go in and buy tools I discovered I needed, a pay phone
nearby so I could make long-distance calls to my boyfriend when I hit snags.
(We were in the process of moving, but the brake job couldn't wait
until he was there in person -- and besides, I wanted to learn how to
do things myself!)
I was there for hours, and used the pay phone several times. But I emerged
triumphant -- covered in grime, but with brakes that worked great.
Over the next few years of driving and racing Fiats, I learned how to
re-jet a carburetor (and how to do it really fast when a bit of
fluff from your sketchy aftermarket performance air filter clogs a
carburetor jet when you're stuck in traffic on 101 and the car
suddenly isn't getting any power from the primary). I got good at
replacing the alternator,
working on suspension; I replaced the exhaust system a few times,
and eventually the head.
We don't have to be at the mercy of the repair people in our lives.
Fixing and Making
And that brings me to the Maker movement -- because fixing things,
very often, is making,
and that's something I hadn't realized at first.
I remember watching my master mechanic boyfriend (the one who'd helped
me with the 200SX) faced with
the problem of a pop-up headlight that rattled. The link that held the
light in place was worn from so many years of rattling along potholed
roads. The part was available -- but look at it, he said. This will
just wear out again in a couple of years. There's no lubrication, no
adjustment, no compensation for how the angle changes as the headlight
goes up and down.
He redesigned it using a
rod end --
a lovely piece of hardware that has a threaded rod (adjustable!) at
one end and a nylon-encased ball bearing at the other. It came out
far more solid and adjustable than the original ever was. No more bouncing!
Later, when I got more confidence in my own automotive ability, I
could do some of that myself. My proudest accomplishment was a set of
adjustable spring perches made out of a toilet part from the hardware
store. They cost about a tenth as much as the custom spring perches
the top-flight autocrossers were using, and worked almost as well. I only
wish I'd been prescient enough to have taken photos for a future website.
When you take your car to a mediocre mechanic, like the one who lied
to me about my turbo because he was too inept to recognize the real
problem, you get the wrong idea.
You come away thinking that fixing things is all about
replacing one part after another until the customer stops coming back.
But real fixers aren't like that. They look at a design
and ponder how to make it better. They fiddle with things, and try out
new ideas. If they're not sure what's wrong, they set up experiments,
just like a programmer does chasing a bug, or a scientist testing a new theory.
In today's world,
being a Maker is hot now,
while being a mere fixer isn't held in such high regard. But it should be.
People who fix old stuff -- who can figure out how to take
something broken and make it better than it was to begin with -- not only
are creative Makers, they're also environmental heroes. They're our
best hope to keep us from drowning in a sea of discarded junk.
I'm still not that good at it. I try to fix my computer stuff when it
breaks. I've learned a little
painting, plumbing and other home-maintenance skills from my husband,
who grew up in a culture where most people worked on things like that.
(That definitely wasn't true where I grew up.)
I don't work on the car nearly as often as I used to in the Fiat days --
I have more money and less energy and free time -- but I try to do
enough that I know what does and doesn't need fixing. When I don't
know something (which is still most of the time), I google for help,
and fiddle with things, and invent solutions, and sometimes I succeed,
sometimes not. When I do go to a repair person, I can ask the right
questions, and I can tell if I'm being lied to.
Jon Carroll is right, of course. There's so "much we do not know about,
well, most things." None of us has time to know everything about
everything we own. But that isn't going to stop me from trying. Fixing
is just as cool as making ... and maybe they're the same thing, really.
And I still want to be Kaylee. Maybe I'm making progress.
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