Stitch is obviously out of the fight with a shattered windshield. I called the glass guy to see if I was still on his list, and he assured me I was, just that he's been busy as hell. No real worries, but it would be nice to have Stitch in the driving rotation again.

I got a notice about recall work on Finn, my '05 VR6 Cayenne with 187k on the clock. I call the dealer for an appointment and yesterday I dropped it off. Today when I picked it up it was undriveable. It wouldn't even hold an idle. I drive it about 300 feet, park it in front of the dealership, and go back in to tell the service manager that it's not running.

Him: "It was doing that when we got it."
Me: "Uhh... No. Because I drive it all over the place. If it was doing that when I dropped it off, I wouldn't have been able to get here, because I can't even drive it off your lot like it is. The only thing that has changed is whatever you did."
Him: "My service guy said it was running like that when he pulled it into the bay."
Me: "You drove it out and parked it in your lot after I dropped it off. It wasn't doing that."
Him: "No, it wasn't. Okay, we'll take a look at it."

In over 100k miles of my ownership, that's the first time it's been to the dealership and only the second time that truck has left me stranded. I am incredibly annoyed with Porsche. Not just because they f*ed up my truck, but because the service manager gave me the 'it was doing that when it got here' B.S. I expect more from one of the most prestigious and profitable car companies in the world.

Trinity is going to Harrisburg for the weekend. She calls me to say she has a flat on I-83 - a terrifyingly busy road - and does she have what she needs to get the spare on. She does, and she can handle changing a tire, but the idea of her doing it on I-83 is terrifying. I wouldn't want to change a tire there. But the tread has complete separated and she has no choice. So, she does it and a short time later, she's on her way. She's dropping the wheel off for a new tire, she she'll be good to go when she heads home on Sunday.

Warren, the '87 911, as been sick. For some reason he decided not to start a couple weeks ago. It's not a huge deal, since I'm trading him away soon, but it's an annoyance. I went out last night to give it one more try, and he started! So I drove him to my CAP squadron meeting and back and found that the front brake calipers are sticking badly, and he's effectively undriveable. As I said: he's getting traded, so it's not a crisis, but what a pain in the ***. Especially since...

I'm having lunch with a friend at a local diner. I jump into Reuben - my last running car - and drive away. I get two blocks and he's not happy. Running rough and won't take throttle. Obviously he was running like a champ a couple weeks ago when he was a Frenzy, and the week before when I drove him to New Hampshire and back without a hiccup. I look at the fuel gauge and it's at half, so I'm thinking that maybe the fuel gauge is off and he's just low on fuel. I limp to a local gas station and put 11.2 gallons in, which is not a lot. I fire him up and, same problem. I limp him home and park him (by this time I'm late for lunch!) and, before getting out, I give him a couple revs. He sort of revs up, but he's missing and there's a backfire or two. I can smell gas. I go inside and Cat goes, "Short lunch", and I explain that Reuben is sick. She goes, "You have five cars, and none of them is working?" I admit that this is the case, and can I borrow her Jeep. She says, "Of course. Just don't break it." Ha ha, you're a riot, Hon.

I'm driving back from lunch and I'm thinking about Reuben again, and I feel like the problem is ignition related. Like, there's not a consistent spark. I mull on that, and decide to take a look at the distributor when I get home. I pop Reuben's hood and one of the retaining clips on the distributor has popped loose! I grab a screwdriver and reseat it, fire Reuben up. He idles happily and revs like nothing ever happened! One car fixed! And I'm super happy that I diagnosed it myself (I suck at diagnosing!).