rgjusa
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- March 26, 2008
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- CA
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- 92 Explorer EB
Well I didn't really do anything myself apart from sending a few emails, and paying for something online - but I cannot tell you how pleased I am.
Given the current reality, I am about 5368 miles away from my 92 EB with 246,000 on the clock. It lives in CA, I am currently unable to travel to the US of course and I am in England. So, sod's law says that this is the year of the smog test. I don't like having to ask favours of people even though I have a bunch of good friends over there and we would all do almost anything for each other (no Alan, I'm not doing that! ) but there was something in me that did not want to pay DMV an extra cent - mainly because it never seems to improve the DMV experience in the 20 years I have been donating to that particular charity.
So, smog test is a stressful time for me anyway (nowhere near as stressful as the yearly MOT test cars > 3 years old have to endure here I might add!) but that whole experience from the moment I turn up and see the other anxious faces there, from the moment the form is thrust into my hand to fill in, until they take it away to be tested, I can feel my blood pressure visibly rising. I pace about as I cannot sit still and keep thinking "is this the year, how much will it cost to fix it, shall I just donate it, will it be mad at me if I scrap it?" and all those other logical thoughts! I think of all the fun times I had/have with it, all the adventures we have had with it, and even the fixing that I had to do on it. It really would be like losing an old friend. Heck, I have known her longer than my daughter!
Well this time I had to go through all of that from afar and I thought that it would be easier because I had asked a mate to go and do it, had arranged the spare key (when it was eventually found in the safe place they had put it and the last place they looked after 3 days of searching) and DMV renewal form to be ready for him so he could take it. Job jobbed. Then the thought dawned on me that I did not know when it would be taken to be smogged but knew that it would be done before June 8th, D-Day for her. Now my friend that I got to take is probably one of the nicest people on the planet and is so laid back he is almost horizontal, and I have never known anything faze him so he really was the ideal person to ask. Plus I said I will take him for sushi next time I am in town. Sorted.
And then I realized a teensy weensy little flaw in my plan - the radio silence he maintained up until he had got back from the test left me in a worse state! I did not want to ask him "have you taken it yet, when are you taking it, call me" because he was doing me a favour and has a life to lead too. It was more bloody stressful than taking the thing myself I realised!
You really can't make this up I thought. I do not know why I get like this because in all other aspects of dealing with, ahem, adversity aka life, I am absolutely fine. It's bloody cars where I get like this, and only cars. There are some deep rooted psychological flaws there I am sure. That or I am just weird. They say if you look around and can't see a weirdo then it must be you, well I had a good look around and could not see one so I guess it is me.
And then I got a WhatsApp from him. I thought shall I open it or not, shall I have a beer or more before I do to prepare myself, or shall I just leap in? Ok, deep breath, can't stand the suspense any longer and.....PASSED. The weight of the world was off of me. Never before have I been so happy to donate my hard-earned to DMV and I trust they will use it wisely. I didn't even moan about the service fee for having the temerity to use a credit card for the transaction! Well, not as much as normal anyway.
So, that's that. Put a date in your diary for about this time in 2022! Rinse and repeat.
Given the current reality, I am about 5368 miles away from my 92 EB with 246,000 on the clock. It lives in CA, I am currently unable to travel to the US of course and I am in England. So, sod's law says that this is the year of the smog test. I don't like having to ask favours of people even though I have a bunch of good friends over there and we would all do almost anything for each other (no Alan, I'm not doing that! ) but there was something in me that did not want to pay DMV an extra cent - mainly because it never seems to improve the DMV experience in the 20 years I have been donating to that particular charity.
So, smog test is a stressful time for me anyway (nowhere near as stressful as the yearly MOT test cars > 3 years old have to endure here I might add!) but that whole experience from the moment I turn up and see the other anxious faces there, from the moment the form is thrust into my hand to fill in, until they take it away to be tested, I can feel my blood pressure visibly rising. I pace about as I cannot sit still and keep thinking "is this the year, how much will it cost to fix it, shall I just donate it, will it be mad at me if I scrap it?" and all those other logical thoughts! I think of all the fun times I had/have with it, all the adventures we have had with it, and even the fixing that I had to do on it. It really would be like losing an old friend. Heck, I have known her longer than my daughter!
Well this time I had to go through all of that from afar and I thought that it would be easier because I had asked a mate to go and do it, had arranged the spare key (when it was eventually found in the safe place they had put it and the last place they looked after 3 days of searching) and DMV renewal form to be ready for him so he could take it. Job jobbed. Then the thought dawned on me that I did not know when it would be taken to be smogged but knew that it would be done before June 8th, D-Day for her. Now my friend that I got to take is probably one of the nicest people on the planet and is so laid back he is almost horizontal, and I have never known anything faze him so he really was the ideal person to ask. Plus I said I will take him for sushi next time I am in town. Sorted.
And then I realized a teensy weensy little flaw in my plan - the radio silence he maintained up until he had got back from the test left me in a worse state! I did not want to ask him "have you taken it yet, when are you taking it, call me" because he was doing me a favour and has a life to lead too. It was more bloody stressful than taking the thing myself I realised!
You really can't make this up I thought. I do not know why I get like this because in all other aspects of dealing with, ahem, adversity aka life, I am absolutely fine. It's bloody cars where I get like this, and only cars. There are some deep rooted psychological flaws there I am sure. That or I am just weird. They say if you look around and can't see a weirdo then it must be you, well I had a good look around and could not see one so I guess it is me.
And then I got a WhatsApp from him. I thought shall I open it or not, shall I have a beer or more before I do to prepare myself, or shall I just leap in? Ok, deep breath, can't stand the suspense any longer and.....PASSED. The weight of the world was off of me. Never before have I been so happy to donate my hard-earned to DMV and I trust they will use it wisely. I didn't even moan about the service fee for having the temerity to use a credit card for the transaction! Well, not as much as normal anyway.
So, that's that. Put a date in your diary for about this time in 2022! Rinse and repeat.