Tuesday, December 11, 2007

<Off and Running>

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Completely disregarding my fathers advice (nothing new there.... was that desperation or pleading I heard in his voice?) I bought a 1983 diesel Mercedes. WooHoo! (Dad's a fine one to talk about dragging home old cars anyway).

I have been driving it for 2 days now and it seems to be in good working order. I thought the turn signal was broken, but when I rolled up the window they started working again. Also, it's a bit louder and not as nice as my 02 Subaru... but I see a lot of potential.

It's a four speed standard transmission sedan, needs some body work, but not a total eyesore. I paid $1,200 for it, its got 165,000 miles. Kate hasn't left me (yet) but I have noticed her sinking down in her seat when we drive through town.

I have formed a three-phase plan to boycott the evil oil industry and make a (loud) statement about prioritizing the environment.

Phase one. I can buy Biodiesel out of a pump at a service station in Santa Cruz. This will require only minor modifications to the car: I have to replace the fuel filter, biodiesel is a solvent and a lot of gunk comes out through the lines. Also I hear there is a good chance all the rubber hoses will melt.

Phase two will be to fix some dents, get new tires, repair a tare in the seat and maybe even a paint job. Also who knows what kind of mechanical issues I may run into.

Phase three is where the fun really begins. This is where I find a restaurant and start filtering their WVO (waste veggie oil). This will require a 55 gallon drum of used fryer grease in my garage and a spare, heated, tank in my trunk. Obviously, a much higher level of commitment. We'll see if I get that far. If I do, I'm planning on flying cousin Bill out for an all expenses paid trip to help me install the system. I haven't asked Bill yet, but I know he's a sucker for this type of thing.


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