Living as I do out in the boondocks on a 4WD trail, I have long feared what would happen when a sharp rock finally punctured a tire out in the middle of nowhere, and left me with no option but to change a tire right then and there, whether I was on a hillside or in the middle of a rainstorm. Well, today it happened. After discovering that I needed to go file some tax forms, I went into town today, and got no further than about half way to pavement when I started hearing that telltale sound - and so I pulled over and got out to have a look, and sure enough. Left rear, flat as a pancake.
Fortunately, it was on a fairly level spot, so I got some of the abundant rocks, chocked the tires and went to work. And discovered that the flat had been installed with an air wrench, and I couldn't budge a single lugnut. So, after looking in vain for something to use as a cheater bar, I tried a last ditch attempt by kicking the lug wrench with the heel of my foot, and much to my surprise, I had no difficulty in loosening each lugnut. Tire changed, I discovered to my discomfort that the pressure in the spare was dangerously low, so I drove the rest of the way to pavement, and on to the next town, on a semi-disinflated spare. To the surprise of an ICE truck, I waved them ahead, because I needed to drive slowly and carefully over the remainder of 4WD trail and on to pavement. I made it, and drove directly to the mechanic's shop and had him fill my tire. He directed me to a fellow that does tire repair in that little village, and the guy took my tire and went to work straight away. He found no fewer than three nails in it, one of which was in the center of the tread, and the rocks in the road had worked it around until the hole was too big to simply plug. He ended up removing the tire and putting a patch on the inside. We loaded the repaired tire back in the back of the Raider, and I was on my way. I have decided to hold off on putting the old tire back on until I can see if it will hold air for a few days - you gotta watch that sort of thing around here.
I spent some time running around San Ramon, and acquired the forms I needed, and made a stop at the mail courier's office to pick up my mail. They had received a copy of the Amateur Electronic Supply catalog, a ham radio store chain in the U.S., and so I came back home with a dream book to peruse.
Yesterday, it was get-the-car-inspected day. I was up early, because I had made an appointment to get my car inspected before the sticker expires at the end of the month. I had to drive all the way to Puntarenas, to the nearest inspection station, and, since I didn't know where it was, had to do a lot of asking around to find the place. I managed to find it and drive in just minutes before my appointment.
The lady in the office was nice enough, and we enjoyed a nice little chat in my broken Spanish, while we got the paperwork and $20 inspection fee out of the way. I got the car in line and was soon creeping into the inspection bay after waiting about ten minutes. First thing... Checked the lights. Nope. I hadn't been too worried about that one, as I had already replaced the burned out rear turn signal lamp a few days before. But it turns out that one of the headlight low-beams was burned out. I had no idea, since I never drive at night anyway, and it was kind of irritating, because I had just replaced that lamp only a year ago. But the lady inspector, whose English was about as bad as my Spanish, excused me and told me that she would reinspect without nicking me for a reinspection fee if I got it fixed and returned the same day. So I drove to an auto parts store that I had noticed on the way in, and got a new headlamp. $13. A bit pricey, but cheaper than a trip back to San Ramon and return. Had no screwdriver with me, so I had to buy one of those, too, at an additional $3. Nice screwdriver, but it damned well ought to be at that price. So out there in the parking lot, I dissembled the radiator grill and replaced the headlamp. Checked it out. Working A-OK now. Deposited the old headlamp in the store's dempster and drove back to the inspection station. As I got in line, the inspector lady noted my return ("Boy, that was quick!"), and proceeded with my inspection. After doing the seat belts, battery holder and checking the engine for oil and coolant leaks, I was instructed to drive forward to the brake test.
For three years, I had always gotten a warning, because the right-rear brake was a bit weaker than the others, about 27% weaker last year. But this time, it was 56% weaker, and that was weak enough that it flunked, so I got a "Grave" on that one. The rest of the inspection went fine, and I got three warnings - a leaking transfer case seal (hey, it has been doing that since I have owned the car), but two warnings that I had never seen before - a small crack in a frame weld, and a warning about the darkening film in the rear side windows - neither of these had ever been an issue before, even though both have been there since I bought the car. This inspection was much more rigorous than any I had ever had before in Canas, and I am sure that is why I had gotten those "lleves." Well, after getting my list of problems, I drove back home to Piedades, and stopped at the mechanic's workshop to make an appointment to get the repair work done. It will be a few days, because I want to have him do some other maintenance work too, and he will have to have the car for awhile to get it all done.
All these expenses are adding up. Another biggie I faced the other day was for a new computer monitor. Late one night, during a bout of insomnia, I was on my ham radio and noted that the computer monitor screen was suddenly getting dim. It slowly dimmed and finally went black. And as it did so, I could smell that distinctive smell of fried electronic component. It was apparent that the monitor had failed outright.
I dug up an old monitor that had been kicking around here, the one that I had bought with a new computer, but two computers ago, and hooked it up, and to my surprise, it worked. Being a very old monitor, it made a lot of radio noise that interfered with my ham radio, but I finally found a combination of screen resolution size and refresh rate that put the noise bands outside of the frequencies I usually use. And for a couple of days, all was well. Meanwhile, I tore into the failed monitor to try to find the failed component to see if I could replace it, but it never did show itself. I did find one bad solder joint, so I fixed that, and put it back together, expecting the monitor to not work, and indeed, it still didn't. So I gave up, and tore it apart to salvage parts out of it.
But my replacement monitor began to show signs that it was not all that happy, either. So knowing that its end was also nigh, I took a trip into San Ramon to the computer stores there to look for a new one. I decided that I wanted one of the new flat-screen LCD jobs, that don't make a lot of radio noise and mess up my ham radio, and that last a lot longer than the old fashioned CRT monitors. Every store that had what I was looking for, all had the same model - so I found the cheapest price ($260) and reluctantly got out my wallet and bought one.
When I got it home, I discovered that it wasn't happy with my computer. It is one of the new 16:9 aspect "cinema format" jobs. Seems that it worked fine only in the 800x600 mode, which was so coarse that it wasn't all that helpful, and even then, the video quality was mighty poor. When I tried higher screen resolutions, the monitor complained that it didn't support that input, even though the display actually worked. I went online and found a driver for the monitor, downloaded and installed it, but no cigar - made no difference at all. So I packed up the monitor and took it back to the store. The technician there suggested that what was probably needed was a new video card driver, or, if all else failed, a new video card itself, and anyway, he couldn't give me a refund because the manager wasn't in. So I would have to come back.
This was Thursday afternoon before Easter weekend (which is bigger than Christmas here), so I reluctantly went home, on his assurance that I could come back on the following Monday or Tuesday, and work it out with the manager when he returned. Over the Easter weekend, I decided that I would try to see if I could find an updated driver for my existing video card. Turns out that the company is still in business, and indeed, they had a new driver for my exact card that was dated 2006 - six years after I bought my computer. So I downloaded it, but decided to wait until Sunday night before loading it, so that if I had problems as a result, I could deal with it during business hours on Monday, when I could get support. Well, when Sunday night came, I bit the bullet and ran the installer. Sure enough, the old monitor was having trouble displaying things, but I got out the new one, and connected it up, and Voila! It worked! So after adjusting the settings, I am now enjoying a great new monitor, and sure enough, no more computer noise on my ham radio. That alone will be worth the price of admission.
The old burned-out monitor proved to have some rather valuable parts in it. It had some radio-noise suppression ferrite cores in it (they're those cylindrical bulges that you often see in computer cables) that I removed and set aside for working on the several radio noise problems that I have around here. One of them proved to be the exact core that I needed to suppress the noise coming from the power supply to my ham radios, so I got that noise problem solved too. Now, my ham radio is getting close to noise-free, at least from sources I can control, and I am really enjoying that. My only other remaining noise problem is the power supply in the computer itself, and I have the cores I need to fix that now, but it will mean making up a special power cord for the computer. I'll put one together Real Soon Now.
Speaking of ham radio, I am finally set up and running on electronic QSL (proof of contact, used for awards and such), and so I am now in the twenty-first century, with ham radio on one side of the desk and an always-on Internet connection on the other. It means that I can send my electronic QSLs instantly - and that will be really nice, not having to deal with the old fashioned QSL cards. They're sent and received by mail, and there is a lot of tradition associated with them, but they're also a bit of a pain in the butt, and are expensive in a third-world country like this. Now I want to get a second sound card, so that I can silently do my digital QSOs (conversations) with one sound card, while I am listening to music or the news on my computer with the other. That would be really nice. Yeah, we're finally getting modern around here.