Arguably one of the most difficult aspects of being a car enthusiast is waiting. Whether it's waiting for new model offerings or order countdowns, time is the car junkie's worst enemy. Acceleration times, sitting at the dealer during an scheduled service, it all amounts to millions of gearheads tapping their shoes while shuffling through pages of the local newspaper. Nothing helps speed up the time. Well almost nothing but let's stay on the subject while I still can.

Anyhow, why would I be the expert on waiting? Because that's exactly what I'm currently doing. I've got a fuel pump that's been eluding me for the past month or so, and adding insult to injury I can't even drive my car to help pass the time. Why? Because one of the rear sway bar brackets cracked clean off leaving me with a metal-grinding rear suspension.

I guess I can always go in and let it run with just one bracket, but it's better safe than sorry so I've decided to wait until Monday/Tuesday when the part arrives. So why is this so bad you ask? Because it just had to happen on a Thursday, just days before the return of welcomed warmer weather here in LA (~80 degrees). Plans to enjoy the weather down in San Diego were immediately crushed the moment I heard the bracket shatter driving out of a McDonald's parking lot. Lesson learned: don't over torque your bolts, people.

Now that I think of it, I haven't been without a ride since my high school years. Not only do I have to bum rides off of people, it forces me to realize how lazy I've become in terms of getting from point A to point B. Solution? To use the best motor design of all time -- my own set of legs. Now if I could only figure out how to implement some force induction.