Halford fucking wept.
Apr. 19th, 2018 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gridloreI own a 2008 Ford Ranger. This is one of the millions of cars and trucks affected by the Takata airbag scandal. In short, a Japanese contractor cut every corner possible, faked test results, a delivered millions of fatally flawed passenger side airbag systems to multiple car makers.
The first recall notification came to use a few years ago. It said to wait for a notice that replacement parts were available. We waited. Then another notice arrives telling us that my passenger seat is a spikey deathtrap, and under no circumstances should anyone ever sit in it! Darby the Ranger is our main car these days, and the car we drive to Burning Man. So unless Ford is going to loan me a F-150 for the duration, no.
Finally, in yesterday's mail, there comes a letter stating that our long national airbag nightmare is over. Parts are available! Call your dealership! With Google calendar open, ready to make the date, I call to schedule a replacement that's been needed for close to six years.
They're out of parts. For fuck's sake, who is running this whorehouse? I'm not blaming Capitol Ford, or Ford itself, they are as much a victim of Takata as I am, but you think that someone in a corner office in Dearborn might have said "fixing this problem before any of our competitors is our highest priority!" and authorized an emergency program to source and acquire replacement airbags.
So now I'm number 6 (heh) on the waiting list, and Teshub only knows when parts will become available. In the meantime, I think we tape a big pillow to the dash.
The first recall notification came to use a few years ago. It said to wait for a notice that replacement parts were available. We waited. Then another notice arrives telling us that my passenger seat is a spikey deathtrap, and under no circumstances should anyone ever sit in it! Darby the Ranger is our main car these days, and the car we drive to Burning Man. So unless Ford is going to loan me a F-150 for the duration, no.
Finally, in yesterday's mail, there comes a letter stating that our long national airbag nightmare is over. Parts are available! Call your dealership! With Google calendar open, ready to make the date, I call to schedule a replacement that's been needed for close to six years.
They're out of parts. For fuck's sake, who is running this whorehouse? I'm not blaming Capitol Ford, or Ford itself, they are as much a victim of Takata as I am, but you think that someone in a corner office in Dearborn might have said "fixing this problem before any of our competitors is our highest priority!" and authorized an emergency program to source and acquire replacement airbags.
So now I'm number 6 (heh) on the waiting list, and Teshub only knows when parts will become available. In the meantime, I think we tape a big pillow to the dash.
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Date: 19 Apr 2018 21:14 (UTC)Also, while I'm at it, I don't recognize Teshub, either. Care to enlighten me?
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Date: 19 Apr 2018 21:24 (UTC)I think that "by Halford's Shiny Head!" was my first invocation of He With The Six-Octave Range. "Halford's Stompy Boots" is another favorite.
Teshub was the Hurrian God of Storms and humbler of Mountains. The Hurrians lived in what is now Cappadocia in central Turkey. A mountain people, They needed winter storms for spring runoff, so Teshub was a major figure.
The image of a lightning-throwing, bearded, bad-tempered god residing either in the sky or on the highest mountain peaks moved west into Lydia and what became Greece. Setting the image of God as a man in clouds pretty firmly in Western heads.
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Date: 19 Apr 2018 21:38 (UTC)And... six octaves? Holy shit.
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Date: 19 Apr 2018 22:07 (UTC)https://youtu.be/z8Xz9WFOt4c
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Date: 20 Apr 2018 16:30 (UTC)