It's not a bug, it's a feature!!
Jan. 30th, 2010 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
femkes_folliesMy commute last night got fouled up more than usual. Half way home, Ilsa turned on a "Min Oil" indicator. &^@#^$@$%. I'd caught a whiff of burning oil here and there, and she is particularly smoky on very cold mornings, when she's been sitting a while. Which was yesterday AM. So I pull off in Hooterville (Hudsonville). I checked two different gas stations - No synthetic. Then I notice a Quaker State oil change place. I nipped in there, and the nice young man sold me three quarts of oil. It took 2 to get her back into gear safely.
Naturally, I complain to John. And he goes digging through the BBs on Audis. As it turns out, it's not a "problem" in that something needs fixing. It's that the A6 2.7T is intolerant of subarctic temps. To whit: Extreme cold and increased oil viscosity traps oil in the Turbo pan. Which then must burn off. Two solutions - use a lower viscosity oil than the manufacturer recommends, or install an engine heater and plug her in every night. Even replacing the garage door and opener and putting her in the garage won't solve the issue by itself (though it needs doing). Because it's still too cold in there for her taste. Freaking prima donna Krautmobile.
And, of late, issues with the bus driver for Anneliese. You wouldn't think it would be THAT hard to find somebody to take the Special Needs route who has a little patience. Last year, she'd honk once, then drive off. This one just complained to the teacher about how long it takes us to get her out the door in the AM. (For the record - 30-60 seconds). Sorry dear, but I refuse to be railroaded by somebody with an inferiority complex and a need to feel important. Anneliese can't be trusted to stand out there by herself. She just doesn't get the concept of danger/traffic. John can't stand out with her and the baby. The bus shows up somehwere in a 10 minute time period with no real consistency. Anneliese is a typical sensory-issue kid. You can't put snowpants, coat, hat, boots, mittens on and expect her to wear it indoors for 10 minutes. SHe won't. So we put her in snowpants and boots. Then, when the bus comes, throw on coat, hat, mittens, and back pack and scoot her out the door. Deal. With. It. I don't believe this is really "throwing off the run." And if it is - consider re-evaluating your run. Grrrrrr.
Tonight - make a couple more batches of bread. Maybe John will brew tomorrow. I intend to steal barm for my wastrel bread and for a banbury cake.
Naturally, I complain to John. And he goes digging through the BBs on Audis. As it turns out, it's not a "problem" in that something needs fixing. It's that the A6 2.7T is intolerant of subarctic temps. To whit: Extreme cold and increased oil viscosity traps oil in the Turbo pan. Which then must burn off. Two solutions - use a lower viscosity oil than the manufacturer recommends, or install an engine heater and plug her in every night. Even replacing the garage door and opener and putting her in the garage won't solve the issue by itself (though it needs doing). Because it's still too cold in there for her taste. Freaking prima donna Krautmobile.
And, of late, issues with the bus driver for Anneliese. You wouldn't think it would be THAT hard to find somebody to take the Special Needs route who has a little patience. Last year, she'd honk once, then drive off. This one just complained to the teacher about how long it takes us to get her out the door in the AM. (For the record - 30-60 seconds). Sorry dear, but I refuse to be railroaded by somebody with an inferiority complex and a need to feel important. Anneliese can't be trusted to stand out there by herself. She just doesn't get the concept of danger/traffic. John can't stand out with her and the baby. The bus shows up somehwere in a 10 minute time period with no real consistency. Anneliese is a typical sensory-issue kid. You can't put snowpants, coat, hat, boots, mittens on and expect her to wear it indoors for 10 minutes. SHe won't. So we put her in snowpants and boots. Then, when the bus comes, throw on coat, hat, mittens, and back pack and scoot her out the door. Deal. With. It. I don't believe this is really "throwing off the run." And if it is - consider re-evaluating your run. Grrrrrr.
Tonight - make a couple more batches of bread. Maybe John will brew tomorrow. I intend to steal barm for my wastrel bread and for a banbury cake.
