Fixing a fuel problem on the 2003 Porsche 911 Carrera (996) that I’m fucking up. There’s a gas smell after a fill up, and later after some spirited driving. The 911 is leaking gas. Bummer.
A lot of shit in my life isn’t working well right now. Jenn says it’s Pink Moon and Aries and planets. I think it might be the Schuman Resonance, because I just heard about it on the internet, so of course it is.
Then I hooked the battery up backwards at the fuel leak. I got the wrong polarity and the cables started smoking and got really hot. The car was making a weird hum up front. Got the window up though.
The gas smell started the other day when we filled up. I smelled gas on the Interstate as I napped after hanging out with mom, dying. I noticed it later in the garage simply thinking shit, don’t fill it up, I’ll figure this out later. Time sucks a fuck right now.
The next time was in the HEB parking lot in front of a guy that got pulled over for coal rolling the protest. He was yelling: get a real Porsh! … [the cop] is congratulating me. I can’t hear you! Texas friendly Christian.
Gas was smelling strong on the driver side front wheel well this time. The convertible top failed too … or Cabriolet as Porsche (por·shuh) likes to call it. We got one of – the cheapest Porsche is the most expensive – as the enthusiasts say. We recently had the engine out too. Yes, it’s a Tip, the Boxster Redhead interior. The air-cooled guys reject us too. We love it. But fixing it sucks.