Atomictumor

I’ve had my share of problems with the ol’Volvo that I favor, but they’re all pretty well sorted out now, thanks to its winter sabbatical down at the Blueberry Farm.

One thing we didn’t have the time or resources to fix, was the pain in the ass sunroof the car sports. Yeah, sunroofs are super great, and with weather like this, it’d be bitchin to throw that bad boy wide open and let my glorously long blond locks wave free in the air as I drive down the road. Yeah, hot chicks would probably get into car crashes ogling, but hey, if you got it, flaunt it.

Problem is, that thrice damned sunroof just won’t cooperate. It’s crank operated, so its just simple mechanics operating it instead of the arcane voodoo of electricity, but the bastard won’t close completely, which has turned the innards of the sunroof cavity into a dark, forbidding hickory nut graveyard. The nuts go in, but they don’t go out.

It could be worse. The thing doesn’t leak anymore than it ever did, which was whenever it

a) happened to be raining, and
b) momentum favors the fore of the vessel, as shown in this Volvo diagram

So, easy on the brakes.

However, today I decided to take it upon myself to get out there and fix the bastard.  So I spent 2 hours taking it apart, cleaning it, and putting it back together again (mostly, I left out the wind guard because it was beer-thirty, and I don’t open the dumb thing anyway), and it still didn’t work.

Jesus.  That was a lot of build up for a quick conclusion, wasn’t it?

Check it out here, and make damn sure you have your speakers on.
Them’s some funky beats!
This is where the beef’s comin’ from tomorrow, y’all!