12/30/14

The adventure mobile breaks down



My 2005 Saab 9-2x, now dubbed "Monica" by a few of friends here at YMCA of the Rockies Snow Mountain Ranch, is out sick with the flu.
 
That means my main method of transportation is absent for a while. Despite a solid, reliable drivetrain made by Subaru, my Saab 9-2x started to run into mechanical problems once the 125,000-mile mark passed over its odometer. Little things like burnt out dashboard lights and a wonky heated seat switch (which in freezing cold Colorado is necessary) were minor, but now unexpected bigger problems required a tow truck rescue. Not all cars are bulletproof. While I take immaculate and impeccable care of my adventure mobile, stuff still happens!

Per a crackly phone call with the mechanic, in this case my 14-year-old throttle body assembly was done for, likely what prohibited the wagon from moving anywhere once in gear. Super frustrating, yes. Repairable? Of course. When I moved to Granby, Colorado, I found a local repair shop to place my rust in: First Class Automotive. Become a valued, repetitive loyal customer and you'll be treated well. Very well. Well enough to be driven home from the repair shop in a new Cadillac Escalade they just so happened to have. Further diagnosis revealed the problem was a broken throttle actuator control module and continued to be a puzzle to fix. I've been without my wagon for more than a week now, but I at first drove it home after it was supposedly fixed...only to have it plagued again. It'll be back soon.

Cheers,
Robby

12/20/14

A December update



It's a frigid night.
 
The heat's on at Crooked Creek Bar and Saloon nestled in the hospitable Fraser Valley of Colorado. Dim lights illuminate a pool table, the beer is cheap, and buffalo wings aplenty. This is the off-site refuge for seasonal workers and ski bums. Rock and roll plays over the papery thin speakers in the ceiling above while snow continues to fall outside. We drink for hours, laugh, and try to solve the world's many problems. This is the icebox of the nation.

Cheers,
Robby