Last of the Hyundai

April 2018. We bid on a car at Copart. Like IAA, it's a place where insurance companies sell the totaled cars after they pay their customers the market value. They usually specify the areas where the car was damaged. This one has been listed as  "minor scratches and damages". We saw the car prior at the auction lot, together with one hundred others. Did not realize the car was actually in an accident, partially fixed and put back in auction and sold again at a higher price. I paid a total of 45 hundred dollars, including Copart fees.

When i went and picked it at the auction site, the car was driveable, but was making a weird noise at the engine. The mud cover on the right front was damaged, the fender was not holding in place, battery was almost dead and 5 years old. Serpentine belt was bent by a foreign object that gut between belt and pulleys at the time of the accident. When i got home i found in the trunk the broken windshield washer reservoir and the right headlight. Car was painted on the right side, with the right door and fender damaged. It was unclear if the right door airbag was still functional, though no dashboard light was on.

They were some sort of crystals on the windshield and hood, maybe from car being driven behind a de-icer that did not go away after a year or something, impairing visibility. Nr.1 and 2 cylinders had spark plug loose (0 torque) and there was oil in the cylinders and on the threads and inside the spark plug wheels. The shoulder at the bottom of the spark plug wheels  where the washers of the spark plugs seal sit was damaged and it was impossible to seal the spark plug when torquing it. Exhaust was leaking by the spark plugs in the engine compartment. Hood was bent (never fixed) and was not touching the seal with exhaust coming through the air intake grill in the cabin. There was oil in the the cylinders and on the spark plug threads.

3 years of struggle followed, with me working at the cars for hours, several days a week.

First went to Beaverton Hyundai and bought a battery and had it installed. Bought there a serpentine belt and installed it. Bought on Amazon a 6 mm diameter camera (about 20 bucks) to look inside the cylinders where i did not see piston slap damage but oil.

I tried to wipe the spark plug threads with balls of cotton soaked in alcohol, but they were not holding.

 
Designed and build in a machine shop a tool to resurface the shoulders of the spark plug holes. Finally torqued the spark plugs. Ordered a mud cover for right front on ebay and installed it. Ordered a windshield washer reservoir and installed it. Straightened the hood by stepping on it while hood semi-open, several times over the years. Did not realize the plastic grill was still leaking in several places by design, until about a week before the accident. Over 3 years i drove the car from 35 k to almost 100, while breathing exhaust inside the cabin, though less and less.

Did not realize the battery connectors could not be tightened enough, and were constantly getting loose, again by design, with battery never fully charging, until i bought a plug in USB charger with a digital voltmeter and because of needing jump starts several times after exhausting the battery with radio and fan in parking lots i also bought a 40 dollars 10000 mah li-ion smart jump starter on Amazon.

There was foam in the oil indicating sticky valves and squishy lifters. Tried to use some valve cleaner for the noise and injector cleaner additive inside the tank. As that wasn't working, i tried to clean the throttle body when i saw the inside of the composite intake manifold, which was installed in front of the compartment, or the left side of the engine, which was oily.

I tried and used a 3/8 piece of vinyl tube connected to a vacuum cleaner and pulled from the intake ounces of oil. It was  then when i realized that oil from the PCV was condensing inside the cold manifold that was installed in front of the engine compartment and pooling at the bottom of the intake which was installed upside down, by design, with the bottom bellow the runners, unlike any car i seen before. From there, oil was trickling up the runners, burning on valves and making them sticky, especially at number one cylinder. More oil was getting inside the cylinder, lubricating the piston rings unevenly, contaminating spark plugs, etc..

I pulled the injectors and tried to clean them applying voltage and some solvent from a spray can. Can had twice the pressure of the fuel and blew the injectors microfilters. I had to buy new injectors from dealer, for 400 bucks.

Over the years, i designed and installed several versions of catch cans on the PCV circuit, trying to minimize the amount of oil that gets in the intake which i was vacuuming "regularly" with a device i designed myself, made of a piece of tubing and a mat pump. With the last version of the catch can i could not vacuum oil from the intake anymore, there was none left.

A few months ago i bought an Exide battery and installed it and the noise was gone for a few hours. That was until the nuts at the connectors got loose again. Weeks before the accident i degreased the connectors together with the 8 bolts and nuts that were around the battery connectors and sealed the nuts on top with some adhesive. The voltage on the plug in charger with digital voltmeter was finally showing 14.3 volts while driving, 14.1 while idling. In the day of the accident, the noise was almost gone.

The noise was coming from the nr.1 cylinder or the furthest on the fuel rail, where fuel had not enough pressure because of low voltage at the fuel pump and injector was dripping,  causing uneven washing of the cylinder, with probably some slap while the engine cold, and not enough fuel washing the oil condensed on runner and trickling on valve, which was not getting washed enough because of low voltage at the fuel pump, making the valve stick and the lifer squish oil which was foamy. One cylinder working less than others meant vibration at the engine which meant poor driveability at high speed.

When i did rear brakes, a couple of years ago, i saw the indicators for pad wearing were bent and acting like springs, pushing the pads on the rotor, diminishing mileage.

Over the years, the car was doing an average of 35 mpg on the freeway and @20 in stop and go traffic. The car was quite comfortable to drive, due to soft suspension and many options, including working AC, bluetooth and satellite radio (which we did not subscribe for). In the days prior to the accident it was in its best shape ever, with smooth running engine, good driveability and almost no noise.

On August 19 Angela told me on the phone she had a flat. On the same tire there was another, several months ago when i got it fixed at Les Schwab in Lake Oswego. When she got home, i found low pressure in right rear, enough to trigger the sensor, put the tire in the tub full of water and didn't see any bubbles. I took the tire, for precaution, at the same Les Schwab shop in Lake Oswego.

There i spoke to a guy who resembled the current Finance Minister of Romania. Of course i didn't realize right away. Inside there was this Hungarian opera singer who acted like Phil Wick, Les Schwab's CEO after the death of Les Schwab.

The Romanian guy called me inside the shop which didn't happen in a long time, i went reluctantly after he called me a couple of times and showed me a tire similar to mine that had a damaged rim for about 1/6 length of the whole rim. He told me if it was from a previous installation which was in the same shop and asked me if wanted a new tire, i asked him if he had Michelin, the brand that was originally on car when i got it, he said no, if he can get it by tomorrow, he said we should talk in the morning, he had the number on my record, he then put the tire back on the wheel, inflated it and the wheel in the trunk. He insisted to put it there himself. This car doesn't come with a spare, though it has the space for it in the trunk. I found one at the junkyard, from a Ford that fitted. Though spare was new, the car was not driving the same as with the original wheel, especially at high speeds on the freeway. In the same evening i re-ordered a couple of tires similar to those in front which i changed more than a year ago, similar to the original ones. They were scheduled to arrive Monday, however they came Saturday morning or the day after the accident.

Friday evening i drove to Ilany, after both of us changed our mind, first Angela, then me, not to go that evening. 40 miles one way, had some difficulty driving, the car was drifting a bit, they were lots of drivers with weird LPN like KGB harassing us, as usually in the last few years. So i had to go with the speed limit.

In that day when she came from work she said she saw a light on the dashboard, it was the light showing something wrong with the airbags.

At midnight 20/21 i was coming back doing 60 in a 60 area on cruise control (which is kinda slow i recon). I was in the middle lane, because i was close to the interstate bridge where i don't want to drive on side lanes. Suddenly i noticed i was surrounded by a group of cars, left, right and behind. I saw in the mirror the lights from behind approaching at high speed, probably 20 over the speed limit. I could not change lanes, though the cars left and especially right might have slowed down in that moment, living me alone. Thing is i can't remember, because it all happened very fast. All i know is in my mind i had few options except to tell Angela to brace for impact and probably i accelerated in the last few seconds, reducing the difference in speed between the vehicles. For one second i thought he gave up then he accelerated too and i felt the impact. I was pushed forward at higher speed while all the other cars in the group fell behind. When i realized i still had control of the car i looked, the right lane was free, i veered right, stopped on the shoulder and tried to see his LPN. However when he passed he was surrounded by the other cars. All i could see was the tail of a huge white Ford pickup with the letters 4x4 on the tail. I took a picture of the car which was pretty damaged but still driveable (in the end, after talking to the cops who called a towing company who didn't want to go that far, calling our own towing that wasn't calling back, i drove the 22 miles from there to home, on right lane, and i had to pull over at least one time because of a truck that was coming again threatening from the rear).

The Washington State police came within 5 minutes. The cop looked bored and interested in a car that zoomed at high speed. He left the front lights on onto my car and i could not see his face. He said i should not drive the car back home cause it could not take another hit like that, which in the end almost happened. However, i do remember he looked like this guy.

He then agreed to drive before me (while another Police SUV came from behind, following me) and pilot me to a safe place. He exited the freeway than choose a street with poor illumination, near a property called G&G in the Minnehaha neighborhood of Vancouver, Washington, 2 miles away from Columbia river and Oregon.

There he asked me to write on a form called SUSPECT/WITNESS statement what happened and sign it. Then he asked me this question. What happened right after the impact? Because only those who survived such impact know what happens. The speed of your vehicle increases and that of the vehicles who hit you decreases. I think it was a test question. However, he did not write on the report "hit and run" which could have triggered a call for potential witnesses in the media.

Then he called their contracted towing company which came but refused to tow us "because of the distance". So i called the insurance, but the menus where such designed i had to file the claim first which meant an almost one hour conversation with the insurance claims rep. The cop left, the towing left and we were all alone on the dark street. I had to pee in a bottle i had in the thank that was crushed by the accident. The towing was not coming, i tried to call insurance again, got lost in menus and then i decided to drive back home. As i got on the freeway at around 2 AM, towing called saying they are within 10 minutes distance.

to be continued

Case NR.12-664146 OCT 26 2012, Lake Oswego Police Department

From: George Ion <george.ion.email@gmail.com>
Date: Wed, Oct 31, 2012 at 2:06 PM
Subject: Ref.case NR.12-664146
To: sfilippelli@ci.oswego.or.us

The time i made the phone call at home was 6:10 PM OCT 26 2012 and that was minutes after accident. There are also time stamps on the pictures attached. There is a picture with the rear of my car and one with the front of his. There is a picture with the offer for the insurance that has a date of OCT 25. But the date on the envelope is 29 as seen in the picture. I spoke with my insurance agent every day for the last 3 days. Minutes after the accident happened another gentleman showed up at the scene of the accident. He seemed to live in the neighborhood of https://maps.google.com/maps?q=Boones+Ferry+Rd+%26+Kerr+Pkwy+Lake+Oswego,+OR+97035&hl=en&sll=45.424485,-122.707842&sspn=0.011928,0.026565&t=h&gl=us&hnear=Boones+Ferry+Rd+%26+Kerr+Pkwy,+Lake+Oswego,+Clackamas,+Oregon&z=16
The other gentleman, a younger blond tall slim person brought a pen probably from his home. The personal data of Michael Jivangi (a tall guy name is indian, muslim by appearance) was written by himself and i added the license plate, make and year of the car. There is also a picture with the brake reservoir with the broken lid from the vandalism case i reported separately. Actually there are several cases and instances. Please try and speak with Ben Schneider of the Lake Oswego Police to whom i reported another instance of vandalism on my car that happened several months ago.

There are 4 pictures attached. I forgot to tell you one more thing. The apartment nr 6 wich is right under nr.10 in the building where i live is vacated since September 2011. Before that there was an older, shorter gentleman with an old green van that was making strange noises at night like rebuilding something. He put blankets and blinds and then he left and i never seen anybody going in and out but many times there was strange smoke smells coming from the cracks in the wall that i finally fixed but even as i write this email there is a strange smoke here that i cannot explain that has a weird effect on me. Could you possibly check to see why there are blinds and blankets in this vacated apartment and nobody is there for more than a year and sometimes i still here noises?

At 7:30 Oct-26 an hour or so after the accident i went to the Doctors Express at 17437 SW Boones Ferry Rd Ste.100 for a checkup. There was a middle age Dr with a grey goatee and an younger Asian like assistant and another older gentleman in a blue suit with a gray mustache. The doctor first wanted to see the car, front and read. After the assistant took my blood pressure which was 160/90 with a pulse of 91. I gave them the Medicare card and my drivers license and they gave them back to me. The doctor asked me if i had any back pain and i said i only felt heat like after going to the chiropractor. After that i went a couple of times for different reasons this week and i got paperwork for both. Last night and today i asked them for the paperwork for Friday 26 but they are saying there is no record of me being in that day in there.

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An Accident Waiting to Happen

After 6 hours of sleep i came at the computer to check the value of my car and briefly read the news. The guy upstairs started the TV so loud i can be hear from the alley. After i started to type he came above and started to squeak the floor

The loud TV makes it hard to concentrate and remember things. Last night around midnight i was driving on I5 towards Portland near exit 2. I was doing 60 on cruise control in a 60 (96km/h) area mainly because i had on right rear wheel a spare.

Earlier in that day i had a flat and the Les Schwab guy showed me that the rim of the tire from the flat was damaged beyond repair "from the previous installation" (done in the same shop) and i ordered 2 new tires for rear, which are 100k (Michelin). This model of Hyundai do not come with a spare but with a pump and a can of glue you attach to it and i found a spare that size in the junkyard from a Ford.

Suddenly i saw in the center mirror a couple of headlights coming at high speed and since i didn't know exactly what i had in that instant on my right in the blind spot, though i knew they were 3-4 cars around me, i stayed on my lane and all i could do was tell Angela "hold, this guy is gonna hit us" and probably hit the gas pedal to smoothen the impact which occurred within 2-3 seconds after i saw it first. I got sped up, the man was slowed down, i looked in the right mirror and at my right and pulled on the shoulder.

The guy switched in the left lane, they were 4-5 cars all around him on the empty freeway and he accelerated and was gone. A white pickup probably a Ford with off-road wheels.

I stayed and thought for about 5 minutes, last drink i had was before 7 PM, and called 911. The operator kept asking me if i was injured, with that noise of the freeway i thought she said insured and kept saying yes, finally switched me to another operator who sent the State Patrol.

Minutes were passing. One guy with an old SUV stopped and asked if i needed help. Wind was blowing from his direction and exhaust started to choke me. Then he finally left and two Washington State Patrol SUVs came. While i was talking to the cop, a sports car with modified exhaust zoomed at high speed on the right lane or next to us. One minute later a Police car followed. The cop said i should pull somewhere else, i told him why couldn't we go on the exit that was just ahead, and then we agreed to him driving first, me following and the other Patrol SUV was coming from behind.

I was a little shocked, felt heat and a bit of pain in the back, jaws, now it's all gone, earlier and lately my shoulders are hurting, from inflammation in the esophagus from dust and bacterial infection that transmits in nearby tissues combined with some light exercise and work on car. Angela was a little shocked as well, she had a headache before it all started that didn't go away and only slept 3 hours. Kept talking about insurance and what to do with the car.

She was scheduled to work overtime today. Yeah i know we shouldn't have gone, there was a moment of indecision, but they were three days of litter dust (didn't happen or didn't happen at this scale for a long time) dust was still lingering after i fixed yesterday afternoon a few holes in the ceiling and i was curious about the last fix i've done at the car, with the adhesive on top of battery connector nuts which was holding, but in the meantime too much oil gathered in the intake, should try again to vacuum the intake etc. Lately i've been used to take a break from here and felt like it was the time.

We then won a few hands recovering most of what Angela lost and as usually she decided we should go home. Thinking. If someone wants to manipulate us with the machines, they can do it at their chosen time. I wasn't aware, in my mind, that she should have started Saturday at 4 AM so we left i don't know, 11:30 or something when we left.

When i came at the car i hit with my foot an orange lid from an saline enema bottle, like it's been used and left there, i have some of those at home, can't go without those, for a long time now, got some sort of sciatic paralysis of that area. Casually i bent and picked that thinking it might have come from my pocket when i grabbed the keys, then i thought it was impossible, never put those things in my pocket and then i regretted it and nervously tried to wipe it out with some toilet paper which i threw in a garbage can.

Like when we came, some weird maneuvers around us, with cars and people bullying us, and that was indeed more than usual, could have been a sign if i was capable to think. Few people realize how much exposure to this kind of dust, other pollutants can influence you, especially if moment is well chosen.

Car was still making the (lifter) noise at low speed and idling when i left, voltage at the cigarette lighter plug was 14.3, i guess my fix was holding, fuel mileage reading was better than average, 38.6 at the time of accident, round trip and driving in huge parking lot at Ilani included.

The cop stopped at 39 and H streets in Vancouver, not far from exit next to a property called G&G, in an area called Minehaha?! He gave me some paperwork to fill, car was driveable, but he said i should not drive since the car cannot take another hit like this, which might have been true, he said they got their contracting towing who might come faster than insurance (within 30 minutes in the contract), towing came soon but they said they won't go that far, which was only 22 miles though.

I had some anxiety, forced myself to breath (on mouth) and kept coughing. I told the cops, it was from the dust at the apartment in the last few days. But impact could have raised some dust in the car as well. Thing is, i kept coughing.

I called our insurance, and from the start menu, i could not call a towing unless i file the claim for the accident first. Which is incredible, they kept me with the claim half hour on the phone, right after the accident before they sent a towing (Progressive). They didn't give me a phone number to call to check status of the towing, like Farmers had and towing didn't call within next 10 minutes so i just decided to drive not knowing if they will ever call. When i got back on the freeway, the towing finally called.

Was doing 55 in the right lane, one more episode, a Ryder rental van again came from behind, threatening, i pulled on the shoulder. So the cop was right. Then another guy passed me on the empty freeway with LPN MTZ. "Mai târziu" means Later in Romania.

It's been a constant harassment by all drivers on the freeway no exception on my way back home at night from Vancouver in the past few years, with license numbers letter combinations closed to KGB, cisterns, trucks with logos, high speed passes on right, left lanes and sometimes simultaneously, but tonight was special.

So i kept looking in the mirror for trucks, cause i figured the courageous ninja wouldn't hit me with another car which was true. Because i stopped a couple of times, my total mileage on the dashboard was 37.6 when i exited. One more thing. Earlier that day the warning light for airbags came on. So those would not have worked probably in a rollover or something like that.

Cop never gave me a copy of his report, but now that i think, they can all pretend, including the driver who ran (that is a felony) that i was too slow and suddenly switched lanes drifting maybe, losing control of the car when he hit me which is not true, i was holding my lane pretty well. I know some would try to explain the accident by me driving slow, drifting maybe, and a guy speeding, maybe drunk, coming from behind. I will never forget those two headlights i saw in the mirror coming from behind straight at me.

All i can think is it was stupid, driving 40+40 miles on a spare on the freeway, after all that happened there in the past.

I think car is fixable, Angela says price of cars have gone up these days, it needs a trunk lid, a bumper and some frame straightening. Now waiting for insurance to call. Or should i go online to see what's under "my account".

Several highlights for this post. Myth maintaining. Their maneuvers with their numerous actors and extras on the scene everywhere i go tried to create and maintain the gay myth and the KGB myth. This week was special because Monday is August 23, the day when ex King Michael of Romania led a coup against Marshal Antonescu, while the soviets where about to occupy Romania, many, including some Romanians, Hungarians and Japanese seeing him as a traitor. Forgotten today by the majority, some say it shortened WWII with at least 6 months and contributed to defeating of Germany and Japan by an alliance led by US which included Soviet Union.

Michaels' next to Mud Bay in Tualatin. Think of George Michael. Michael Caina. And my insurance contact on the claim page is named Salinas.


Catalytic, wheel stolen recently, 2 flats on the same tire, two cars smashed in the parking lot at Meridian, one a white Elantra, what could have been next.

Just looked on Progressive site under my account. Claim has been received and that's all. Last night she said something about texts on the phone, none so far.

On October 26 2012 a similar accident occured. A small but heavy built Nissan Z hit me from behind trying to push me in traffic at a yield sign in Lake Oswego (Yes, Country club Rd).

Just took a picture of the damage of the car again on daylight. The reason it looks like this and not worse is i had one of the car's wide aluminum wheels, fully inflated in the spare's compartment. This car does not come with a spare hough it has the compartment for it. However i found one at the junkyard (for a Ford) that fitted both as size and distance between bolts. Right now i had that spare on the car (right rear) and the regular wheel in that space, because the guys at Les Schwab told me i had some damage on the rim of the tire. Now they played the scene of the mad drunk driver who hit me from behind because i was slow whatever. But i am sure the writers of this scene knew i had the wheel there which protected the fuel tank. Sometimes they use these psychological traps, to make everything more interesting. To make people who really wanted me dead last night ever more mad because of my "legendary luck".

August 21

6:08 Two years since the hit and run accident on I5 north of Interstate Bridge that almost killed us. Got into 3 bad accident ready situations yesterday. First would have been in front of hundreds of drivers coming from the beaches caught in an artificially created (i think by a fender bender) 5 miles line @Grand Ronde. That would have also slowed down or block an ambulance cause an accident on the only free lane would have blocked the road completely.   

6:14 For some reason i can't figure, every time i fill at night in Grand Ronde and drive home, i get over 48 mpg (4.9 liters/100 km) with this Elantra. The reasons are there is no traffic so i accelerate or use brakes very little, road is very smooth after new pavings and i go under 65. If i go with the same tank back there and back here, mpg goes down to maybe 44. Ok i'll do it on purpose some day to confirm.

6:20 Four

6:40 Four square

Is that what i think it is?

6:44 Infrared sau nu, tot fake

6:52 New Mexico flag


8:55 Choosing my confession. The worst type of allegory is the one they trick you in it. The day after i wrote about "puncturing a whole" type of manifestation of void they punctured one of my truck's tires. It goes down like more than one PSI a day but i wasn't sure, gave it some pumps (with a foot pump) and let it to see.

Today it was down again, i pumped it back up and went to Fred Meyer to buy water cause the tap water smells like chlorine. So i went and at the busiest intersection, right before MartinNazzi, like never before, no one was moving in neither direction and i was alone on my direction and for some reason i can't talk about (was thinking of something else, like where is she right now) i ran the red light.

When i realized i looked desperately in all directions, no one was coming (cause no one was moving obviously) and when i was half way through the light turned green. My only excuse is i never passed that one alone, they were always other cars.
 

 People are people... 

BTW.


Even boys do cry sometimes, isn't so... (When nobody sees them, alone with their Androids and other de-vices...)  

When i got back home an Asian woman stopped right after the right turn into the alley (i hate when they do that). I stopped and was wondering what she was doing and i signaled and tried to pass when she started to back up but when it became obvious i was about to clear her she just stopped and took a right in the Meridian lot.

12:3 Metsubushi. BTW the van with the inscription Insulation is still there and i don't know if from that one or from somewhere else nasty insulation dust is making its way here. I can feel it and it's painful.

5:10 Germans generally are smart people. But when are we going to see sick days for falling in love?

5:13 Unwell


11:37 Why most LED bulb brands don't work. BTW i have to find a level place at least 25 feet long with a wall to adjust mine that are stock halogen.

However i don't believe the situation on the road which now is out of control is going to ever change, unless the regulating authorities start stopping those from selling. I don't see cops ever pulling people and checking headlights.

October 17

8:35 AQI is 75 due to wildfire smoke. However there was much more smoke in the apartment. Had some shortness of breath due to nose congestion during sleep. When i opened the balcony door which now is usable (on the old door the screen was glued for years) i saw the lock was off which means could have been opened from outside though i remember i put it on. Under the wall next to ours they were three mole holes which i covered and then aired a bit. Feeling better now.

1:50 Nu e secret, ci discret. Aporo, Șoșoaca și masonii. Masonii nu primesc femei în lojele lor. Există una sau două loje pentru femei, dar nu știu dacă în România. O ilustrare a acestui fapt o găsim în melodia lui Linda Perry, solista de la 4 non-blondes care poartă niște ochelari ceremoniali masonici pe un joben (și ca să pară mai înaltă). Tiler (faianțar) este o funcție de îndeplinit în masonerie, însă de multe ori mă gândesc că poate veni de la numele TILE, vechea denumire a Groenlandei, cu referință la cultura Thule, care este o acoperire pentru extrema dreaptă.

Apropo, mi-am amintit de ceva. Monday business as usual. Pe unde am fost, pe cine am văzut. Mă gândeam mai mult la tipa din cazino, care semăna cu o prințesă grasă făcută brunetă.

Sâmbătă ca de obicei am ales să fugim de aici unde vedem cu ochii. Fum, zgomot, cârtițe. De asemeni am ales să nu mai beau (de) câteva zile, doar așa să văd ce se întâmplă, dar nu s-a întâmplat mare lucru, deși mi-au mai trecut durerile abdominale de prin jurul pancreasului, mă simțeam tot high, probabil de la fumul din găurile de cârtițe pe care nu le-am mai verificat recent.

După mai mult de o oră de mers, sâmbătă la 3:44 după amiază am ajuns la o barieră care bloca drumul (undeva la marginea deșertului, unde începe drumul marcat cu roșu pe acest screenshot de google maps venind din sus). Pe barieră scria că a fost un accident, care s-a întâmplat aproximativ 21 de ore înainte. Când am plecat de acasă google maps nu arăta nici o deviere, cu 107 mile până la Indian Head, ca de obicei.

Telefonul cu GPS și google maps s-a blocat, nu mai spunea nimic (mi-aș lua un GPS adevărat dar nu știu unde să-l instalez în mașină, de fapt ar trebui să încerc iar cu aplicația Android Auto - telefonul vechi nu mergea - dar și Android Auto se bazează tot pe GPS-ul din telefon) așa că am înjurat mult și am luat-o după alte vehicule (în general camionete gigantice de care acum mă tem în trafic) pe un drum pe care nu am mai umblat niciodată. Când am ajuns la intersecția de sus pe harta ODOT am intrat la o stație de benzină să întreb unde eram și pe unde trebuiam să merg. Un tip cu mustață îngustă și înaltă punea benzină într-un SUV de California și am crezut că e stație cu autoservire iar tipul era din California așa că am intrat să întreb.

După 2 ore de condus și puțin fum în ochi, direct coborât din mașină după un drum cu multe curbe și împins din spate eram destul de obosit și îngrijorat că unde sunt și dacă ar trebui să mai iau niște benzină de la o stație din pustiu cu o singură pompă și nici nu-mi păsa cine putea să fi fost. Tipa dinăuntru era micuță și avea o figură familiară simpatică cu păr cu șuvițe șatene însă mi-a spus că nu știe (unde era?) și să-l întreb pe el, care mi-a spus de 3 ori "straight this way" cu un accent ciudat și mi-a arătat drumul care pe harta ODOT de mai sus era cel din mijloc cu gri. După google maps am mers astfel. Am luat-o deci în jos pe drumul acela vălurit și curbat și s-a luat după mine o camionetă roșie uriașă care stătea prea aproape în urmă și mă împingea cu mai mult de 70 mph, uneori cu 80 (așa fac mai recent sau de vreun an, după accident) așa că mi-am luat inima în dinți, am tras cât mai aproape pe dreapta, cât să nu cad într-o prăpastie și am semnalizat dreapta și în sfârșit m-a depășit mergând mult peste limita de viteză pe o stradă cu asfaltul uzat și în valuri. Deci dacă tipul de la stația de benzină nu era real (nimeni nu mai e  pe unde merg, sau poate nu a fost vreodată în 27 de ani, dar m-am gândit că nu s-au gândit la accident) nici accidentul care a blocat drumul nu a fost real deci nici autoritățile nu sunt reale deci nimic nu e real.

Toată faza s-a întâmplat pe rezervația indiană. Steven Tyler spune că e de origine indiană. Eu nu cred.

Two Spirit. Apropo cred că l-am văzut pe tipul ăsta în cazino, tipul e sigur japonez, am să-l caut (am o listă lungă înainte).

Așa că mă duc la Liquor Store, o tâmpenie care există numai în Statul Oregon, mici francize specializate pentru tărie, unde șef la un moment dat era mortul Gary Moore, să fac slalom prin trafic la oră de vârf, cu multe capcane, și unde mă așteaptă alți artiști, pentru o replică sau două, fiindcă încep să am impresia că dacă nu beau sunt și mai prost.

5:15 Don't have the time to write about the adventures at Liquor Stores. The important thing is i made it back, in one piece. On my way there i had this flashback about a troubling news from a Romanian site and remembered something that always intrigued me and made a commitment to write about when i get back (if i don't forget and i didn't).

The names on the Vietnam Memorial. For some reason, they are not written in alphabetical order so i would assume it would be a big task to find one. But at 58k names there should be people with same names (middle name included) more than they say. Started to think about this long time ago, after i read the material written on conspiracy theories sites on early internet, complaining of all kinda things irregular about the war. So what did they wrote on the wall when two guys with the same name died?

I think you know where i'm getting at. What if they arranged the draft in such ways they were 10 for each name? Relatives would go there and eventually find the name. 10 different sets of relatives that is.

Other than that memorial, there is no other hard evidence for the public about the numbers.

Equally troubling. I read news that recruits in Ukraine war are being pushed in the front line while other "friendly" troops cut their way back. Some are misfits and/or drunks grabbed from the streets or prisons, some clueless youth. Providing them with no training and gear that sometimes is not military grade, triggering the fear they used so much they ran out of it. You can see the enthusiasm on the faces of these activated reserve officers caught during a short (eastern orthodox) ritual in a mistitled picture.

WWI. WWII. Asian wars. Iraq. Afghanistan, both for Russians and Americans. Pandemic. Propaganda. Decimating the population, currently mass killing the young people of Russia, maybe of Ukraine too, to whom could serve this?

10:23 While i translated this poem, i realized this news appeared after i posted a link with the original which can be translated with google. I also complained of shortness of breath in the last few days.

10:37 What was i saying? Cruise and Xenu. More recent.

10:50

11:00 Sper că încercând să țin pasul cu contraștirile lor, am reușit să arăt suficient de mult pentru a crea un interes, o ancoră în mintea cititorilor despre faptul că știrile fac parte din simbolism, au o viață a lor aparte în spațiul cuantic sau metafizic al simbolurilor, și au doar ca pretext sau substrat evenimentele din realitate, care de cele mai multe ori sunt falsuri sau exagerări sau chiar evenimente create special pentru introducerea unor simboluri "de corecție" în spațiul comun. La fel ca și personalitățile politice și mediatice, care în realitate trăiesc în spațiul metafizic numit de australienii antici "dreaming". Treaba e nașpa, vă spun eu.

11:10 Social Darwinism is an extension of Darwinism and first justification for Nazism. If it was true, would humans be the first social animals to exhibit competition and hostility towards the same species?

Or maybe it's not the same species and that is pure, not social Darwinism. But if they can interbreed, they are the same species.

Let's look at other social animals. Do different beehives compete among them? Can that competition lead to selection? Could be, if a beehive eliminates the other. Same goes for a wolves packs. However, Nazis see themselves as wolves and the Jews (their only true enemy) as goats. Killing the goats is not competition but simply feeding and leads only to survival of the pack. Killing of all the goats and taking the lebensraum of the goats can only lead to their own destruction.

But what is the true motor of evolution? Competition or adaptation?

But then humans are more than animals. Human conscience as a result of evolution is also a radical step towards a new kind of biology, that of sentient species when minimalist or basic or even "social" Darwinism may not apply at all.

One more question. What are those humans who give up individuality and any power of decision over the most important aspects of their lives, thus what truly defines a human being, in favor of obeying a hierarchy that has on top one single human (leader of the pack, queen bee) that is thought to be god, imitating wolves or social insects? Or those who erect a dictator that acts almost as a god and then obey him in life and death living the illusion of achieving victory thinking themselves a superior race? I would call it devolution, downgrading, nostalgia of being a non-sentient species living in a lost paradise, without human worries.

But then there are those who say individual conscience is an illusion. It may very well be. They are trying for decades to convince me to give up.

August 6

8:08 Nu prea mai aveam chef să postez nimic, pentru că sunt foarte obosit după maratoanele de căutări din ultimele zile care mi-au luat foarte mult timp, mai ales pentru Chuck Norris, un bărbat de 82 de ani care nu se afla pe listele obișnuite de actori din  Ungaria, ci pe cele de judoka. Însă nu am ce face, trebuie să scriu câteva chestii pentru că lucrurile par să scape de sub control. În primul rând o chestie de ieri. Ambasadorul Muraru cel controversat de la Washington. Dar oare când au fost la Washington sau oriunde ambasadori ok? Palatul cu 46 de camere și piscină pentru care statul român plătește 15000 de dolari pe lună și care într-adevăr pare și probabil este inutil, pentru că nu văd în știri că el ar fi folosit cu ceva. Pentru cine nu știe, eu locuiesc în statul Oregon, la o distanță de 2800 mile sau 4500 km sau 3 fusuri orare distanță. Dacă vă uitați pe hartă, veți vedea că scrie Washington la nord de Portland (pentru confuzia dvs., mai există un Portland, dar în statul Maine, pe coasta de est, lângă Washington), dar acela este statul Washington, ultimul intrat în Uniune (mai există și un Vancouver lipit la nord de Portland, un sfert din dimensiunea orașului Vancouver din Canada).

Poza însă. Poza amintește de poza din postarea mea cu o școală de țară din Germania unde am petrecut 3 săptămâni într-o tabără în 1972, despre care am scris într-o postare la care am făcut referință ieri. Oare să fie închiriată acea clădire doar cu aceste scop, de a fi arătată dacă mai fac referință odată la acea vacanță?

În urma microcampaniei mele pentru deblocarea construcției autostrăzilor și a arăta jaful din bugetul destinat acestora, precum și implicarea directă a ungurilor în policita României și a acestor jafuri imense, au apărut un număr de accidente. Mai întâi, unul în Ungaria pe 11 iulie. În acest weekend, unul în Croația și unul în Bulgaria.

Însă cel din Bulgaria mi-a atras atenția. Se spune că șoferul a adormit la volan (scriam despre plictiseala în lungile drumuri pe autostradă), autocarul a acroșat o mașină staționată pe dreapta, după care a lovit un copac tot pe dreapta? și a mai mers 250 metri. Ce nu reușesc eu să înțeleg este de ce autocarul era în mijlocul unui drum fără marcaje care să arate benzile, după ce a lovit un copac pe dreapta. 

Se pare că toate informațiile despre acest accident vor să combată munca mea. Bulgaria nu are, așa cum am spus, drumuri de calitate.

Într-o poză foarte proastă, făcută cu un telefon de acum zece ani (din toate televiziunile și publicațiile din România nu s-a dus aproape nimeni acolo să facă o poză mai bună) se vede acest autocar în mijlocul străzii, însă la numărul de morți și răniți gravi, mă așteptam să văd ceva de genul sânge pe parbriz sau în alte locuri. (În mod similar, la multele știri cu împușcături și mulți morți în SUA, nu se vede niciodată sânge pe jos).

Antena 3 are o poză mai de calitate, însă numai cu partea din spate a autocarului. Cu alte cuvinte, accidentul pare trucat de o echipă din ceva studiouri cinematografice. Autocarul, poate gol, a șters copacul fără a pune în pericol șoferul, moment în care ne întrebăm. Cine era șoferul, nume, poză? Altă poză, mai de aproape însă făcută noaptea. De asemenea lipsesc orice poze cu ambulanțe. La 4 morți și nu știu câți răniți, trebuiau să fi fost la un moment dat vreo 20 plus pompierii și poliția.

O poză preluată de Adevărul de pe un post de televiziune bulgăresc. Oare acel copac care a rămas în picioare să fie provocat acest tip de stricăciuni?

Alte accidente mortale, mai "mărunte" pe toate site-urile de știri.

11:58 Recent rain raised Lake Mead. The lake (if it wouldn't be replenished) looses only through evaporation about 6 ft a year.

12:04 Nu știu care e ținta lor reală sau dacă măcar bombardează, dar dacă vroiau să deconecteze centrala, cu mari riscuri, fiindcă dacă centrala nu pompează curentul produs în sistem, se poate încinge înainte de a avea timp să o oprească prin introducerea barelor de moderatori în reactoare, un proces destul de lent, care durează minute, loveau cu o singură rachetă stația de transformare de lângă sau un pilon de acela de înaltă tensiune oriunde pe linie.

12:02 Lingamul lui Shiva apare în atenția subconștientului dvs..

12:14 Am plecat mai devreme la plimbare. Am văzut pe un loc gol de parcare (foarte rar sâmbăta) și mi-am amintit și m-am întors să mă uit dacă nu mi-au mai lăsat vreun bilet pe camionetă, însă lângă camionetă era iar tipul ăsta, îmbrăcat foarte ponosit, aruncând ceva la gunoi așa că am făcut stânga-mprejur. El aruncă chiar gunoi, am văzut de mai multe ori.

12:58 Am mers eu deci la plimbare și după vreo milă, într-o curbă, am văzut pe jos niște praf din ăla absorbent de siliciu, despre care am scris de mai multe ori recent. Ca și cum cineva l-a pus acolo după un accident (și a uitat să-l măture). Nu știu ce vroia să sugereze, că nu era în pozele de mai sus, sau că a fost folosit mai devreme și de aceea nu mai sunt urme de sânge sau fluide (de răcire, ulei) de la accident. Dar pe deșeurile metalice și sticla de la etaj în autocar? Pe jos și în copac apar haine, dar curate. Mai încolo, un tip cu o scară tăia frunze la câini dintr-un copac. Mai încolo, un tip și-a pus un hamac între doi copaci și se făcea că doarme. Mai încolo, un excavator John Dear lângă un WC din ăla portabil, Honey Bucket. Am scris despre ce se pute întâmpla cu mine dacă rămâneam în Germania Dar acum, când mă uit mai bine, văd că și clădirea aceasta nouă de peste strada Nyberg (se pronunță naiba) seamănă puțin cu palatul lui Muraru (Muratoglu).

Pozele făcute de mine cu un telefon ieftin (150 dolari) arată cum ar putea arăta o poză făcută de jurnaliști profesioniști, care se pare că există numai în studiourile din Ungaria unde se filmează discuțiile interminabile și absurde ce se văd pe posturile "românești" de televiziune. Liniile negre de pe asfaltul gri sunt de acum doi când au astupat căpătuirile apărute în urma traficului imens cu SUV-uri grele "de cartier", "de familiști" după ce am început eu să mă plimb pe acolo, în urmă cu vreo 7 ani. Au instalat atunci și niște contoare de trafic care însă au dispărut.

Sunt curios dacă postez video-ul ăsta va apărea iar "veteranul" în parcare, pe urmele ipoteticii lui fiice, vânate de mine de atâta timp. Uno dos tres. Ruuu...mba.

August 27

4:45 Woke up about half hour ago, after about 4 and a half hours. Nausea, belly pain. Slept next to a semi-open window. Went outside and found and threw a number of poops, some from a stray. Cigarette smoke everywhere covered the smell, making it hard to find. Don't even know if picked them all. Just by getting close, handling those with a surgical glove and a bag i got sicker.

4:51 Somebody started a big exhaust.

Never seen AQI indexes like this. 900s? Most i have seen so far was 400s. Can see the plumes here.

5:23 Deci să înțelegem că SPP îi caută în buzunare pe toți cei care intră în Parlament cu o legitimație sau doar pe cei care îi cheamă Gheorghe? Și ce făcea cu plicul, fuma în baie? Dacă au mers direct la el fiindcă știau că fumează în baie, de ce nu l-au prins acolo? Sau de ce nu au rezolvat problema discret, așa cum le rezolvă ei pe toate cele de care nu auzim. Îmi pare rău că nu îi găsesc vârsta ca să-l caut pe liste. Am găsit totuși pe cineva cu care seamănă. (Ok m-am prins. Ăștia de la AUR sunt toți blonzi în afară de George Simion care e brunet-brunet, așa cum îi plac lu' cocoașa).

5:49. Apropo de ce nu auzim. Nu auzim cum se scurge bugetul, banii noștri lipsă de pe fluturași, în canalul București-Budapesta. Ce nu mai auzim. După ce a fost prim ministru de patru ori și a ocupat știrile timp de zece ani, nu mai auzim de el de luni de zile la rând (nu că mi-ar fi dor, Doamne ferește). Știți de cine vorbesc, în lumea cealaltă îl cheamă tot Gyorgy. Gay or gay. György Dragomán.

6:26 Ba sunt grave, cele mai multe dureri de cap la copii și adulți vin de la sinuzită care vine de la dinți, și pe termen lung sunt dezastruoase. Nu săriți așa la control neurologic. Mergeți la dentist mai întâi.

7:01 When i came back after i took Angela to work, i still had one line above full on the dashboard, with 27 miles done. It was smelling like mold so i went and picked a number of candy wraps spread evenly on the wood chips on the side of a bush that's not visible from here.

7:54 Oare am greșit eu iar George Simion e de fapt tipul ăsta Hassine, un actor tunisian stabilit în Ungaria, fostul partener al lui Katinka Cseke, aka Șoșoaca?

12:14 Right after i finished this i ate some broccoli omelet and went back to sleep. Woke up at 11 with the worst nausea i had so far. However i texted the shop, then called. First Carry, then Irine then Sally then the estimator Jason, the one with and Asian accent. The estimator told me that he has a gut feeling the car is going to be totaled, however he could not tell me a value of the car or repair. He said he has to write the estimate and that can be done only early next week, and when i asked when he said Wednesday, that being one week since i towed the car in there. I was thinking about what he said, got feeling is what i had in that moment. Literally. I came back, i knew there was going to be an extra poop somewhere, which i found and took it to the garbage. It was an enormous one, hidden between a bush and the garages. I bet if i eat the're going to bring a new one. Got to call Nick Sprague, the local Progressive agent assigned to my claim.

12:39 Just spoke to Nick, he said it's the busiest time of the year, shops are booked for up to two months and the waiting time for an estimate is one week, but he's going to call the shop to see what he can do.

2:35 I ate and didn't take any chances, left for a long walk so i can get fresh air while i digest my food. On my walk i figured the thread with the shop asking me for the tile of the car is missing so i will just attach it here. The title. Talked again to Nick, from Progressive. He said he will get back to me when he gets the estimate which may be as late as Wednesday. He finally said something interesting. He doesn't know what the value of the car was before the accident or the value of he car insured for which i was paying full premium.

What happens is i bought a car from Copart that was totaled, but in the description it was saying "minor scratches and damages". When i got home, i found the original headlight for right front in the trunk. Car was missing windshield washer reservoir, other parts. They where a number of other plastic parts missing. Right side of the car, door, fender seemed freshly painted. I don't know the status of the airbag in that door, and the dashboard light for airbags came the day before the accident. I fixed as much as i needed to can drive the car. However, after i passed DEQ, Oregon DMV gave me a salvage title so i can drive it. With the funky LPN, JKB. If you go there with a driveable car, they will always give you one. Here is a picture of the car in Copart lot.

Ok have to take a break here to insert the picture of the guy who is yelling on the phone, in an apartment in the building next to ours. I saw his face when i went in the back to take the picture of the two bottles rotating at the door. I also saw in the same balcony a few days ago a "prominent" Romanian politician.

What happens is, when the guy upstairs is not home, and lately he's been playing TV at an equivalent volume so it can be heard outside and everywhere, they got to compensate somehow, i believe at a great cost to the poor guy. He's probably got some prompter and the narrative is bein made up "on the fly" by some AI program, by the way words and tone change with my moves. When he is not here and the guy upstairs is not here, there is a guy yelling in Spanish at a balcony next to our apartments etc. If neither is available, then kids will start to yell etc.. Never two in the same time. Never.

Back to business. Here is the title of the car issued by Oregon DMV.

On the title it says RECONSTRUCTED. When i spoke with Nick last time, he said the value of a car with a salvage title for the purpose of insurance is 80%. I hope the premium was calculated accordingly. He also said, as mentioned before, that "he did not know the value of the car before the accident". I believe it is because i never finished fixing the car. The car has now been damaged at the other end, it doesn not have anything to do with unrepaired parts. However, i have a "gut feeling" they will downgrade the value of the car until it will be lower than the value of the repairs so the amount they will pay will be much less than 80% of the current value of a similar car that has not been totaled.

The suspicion part. They made me talk to the estimator so he can ask me about the wheel in the trunk. I was driving on a spare because i had a flat two days before, the guys at Les Schwab told me that tire is damaged beyond repair and needed new tires, however they did not cary that brand to match the others so i ordered it online. It came two days early, or the day after. Here is a copy of the Police report i just got from Washington State DMV. Note that "hit and run" is missing, it only says the exhange of the information was not completed. However, that is shown in the diagram. Here's the password for it. 567381.

4:37 I picked Angela from work. Went both to Fred Meyer. When i was about to leave i saw a woman with a baby in her cart at a (n artificially created) bottle neck directing me with hands to pass first. Distractions on the roadk (like a hippy bus) and repeated suddent stops almost made me hit the next vehicle.

Back home. Cigarette smoke in the apartment, about 10 teens of which some i never seen before, some are the kids since 6 years ago when we moved, came to play and yell in front of our door. Went and picked a number of fresh, huge dog poops, when i was leaving, a woman (the one talking on her cell phone all the time) came and started to talk on her phone and dance around with her dog. Got to go to se the results.

6:13 The man upstairs started to smoke something.

8:27 I've been searching for hours. Finally found it on my blog. The video proving that ninja used powerful yet simple devices for listening. Those have surfaced from books like Ninpiden, others. But those books contain very little compared to the bulk of ninja knowledge transmitted orally or through family or clan scrolls. My suspicion is they can go further than simply listening to conversations. By closely studying a subject for years, they mai get to guess the thoughts and decisions of that person minute by minute, just from being present in the next room or even interact with (influence subject's thought or inner or silent decisions). Planning to work on a blog post to show briefly most that i know about ninja listening but that of course if the guy upstairs stop drilling my brain with squeaks. Contrary to popular beliefs, ninja did not fight in close combat except rarely. The bulk of their activity was spying, and listening was most of it while assassinations may have been carried out often by non violent means, like seeding your environment with bad bacteria and mold.

A device have been built and tested by acoustic experts using the instructions in the book but without the oral knowledge that these books are said to be accompanied by. After guessing, they had to slightly modify the design to obtain a gain of 2-3 dB. But my guess is they didn't guess the right design and right use of the device. It could be a deception meant to distract the curiosity of many about reading the books. Also if the device, besides "amplifying" the voice frequency could also diminish other frequencies, making the voice more distinguishable from ambiental or even ambiental white noise.

October 18

A large chunk of this post, that i wrote earlier today got deleted. I don't know how, i will try to re-write it.

I think i said about the magnets that finally got here after being delayed one day (other items, like the fender for the "new" Hyundai got delayed by several days, "because of unprece_dented (popular?) demand").

Magnets are rated 30 pounds, however in reality they don't even hold 5. False advertisement? I got a stronger one i bought at Homo Depot years ago that i think is the one rated at 100 pounds on Amazon but even that one is not strong enough for what i needed and that is pull dents on my new car, cause i don't really like the current method, that reminds too much of Covoodoo. These DIY electro-magnets when applied 1.5 Volts hold 50 pounds. How about when applied 12 volts? 120? Could they possible pull a dent? Thing is, they can create 500 or even 5000 pounds at close contact, however dents are not of regular shape, could use some electromagnetic fluid (grease mixed with iron filings) to fill the distance at start. Still re-searching.

Then i saw the news, in my beloved Romania. Dan Barna "shot (shout) an allusion to their political allies", USR, saying they are like the 300 spartans that stood the king of Xerxes and perished without a chance but still fought to the end. I thought it was an allusion to all of us.  An invitation to give up.

But it's the opposite cause it's them who are the minority. The slightly different species that evolved separately for tens of thousands of years in Australia. They are specialized in manipulation, in ways european modern thinking (or even classical) cannot understand due to lack of tools (concepts)(wondering who are all the philosophers and scientists of our days). They got to control everything in the last hundreds of years. It all started before the creation of states, as states being easier (more efficient) to control as whole entities. Then i said the majority, normal Hungarians, who have mostly European genes probably look at all these and being perplexed like everybody else.

Then i saw the pictures with Valentin Ceaușescu i wrote later about (lower, i write these lines on top or in place of what i lost, after) that triggered the need to re-do a post about Nicolae Ceaușescu (amintiri din câmpul cu mătrăgună) which required yet another hour of my life, bring forth the old post with Elena Ceaușescu. I said the actress,  Hedi Lammar who did her was a case of both a beautiful and smart woman, with an attitude and mind of her own, born in Austria, who disappeared from Hollywood  by the time Elena Ceaușescu appeared in Romania as wife of the dictator.  Then i rhetorically asked myself, why (re)do this old post since they were no results whatsoever for what i've done so far, and it all means wasting my time and everybody's. Then somehow everything i wrote to this point or my work for half day got deleted from the post, wasting way more time.

(I can't believe how primitive and time consuming are the tools i work with. Blogger is a very old platform, they have drive now that saves every version of a spreadsheet you work on, but here, nothing, and if you delete by mistake the version you're working on you delete everything. Same with matches, i crop on my computer dozens of versions with the most basic tool and i see the alignment only after i assemble the two images on a blog post, in dozens of iterations which requires hours of work).

End of deleted part (or what i can remember).
125 KGP Jack_son Painting and Remodeling

Do i have to tell this story too. Back in early 90s my father calls (i was working as a programmer back then, doing accounting and salaries) me saying he wants to expand his shop (furniture) into a factory with the help of Gerard, a guy from Australia and another one from France (forgot his name) and Fântănă, a guy from Bucharest (he was born in those places, a relative of his wife). A place near Fălticeni, Suceava county. Foresta SRL i guess was the proposed name. I think they even started, buying to my father a few used machines which he installed in a building he made from a sort of concrete he invented, made of wood chips and cement. So i went in there and one night i sat at a table with Fântână, the guy from France and his wife and while my father was pouring his own type of brandy made of grapes residue from wine and sugar, i got drunk and talked nonsense in French all night with the two guys, of which of course my father didn't understand a thing.

Can't remember the outcome of the evening, but a few months later i spent a whole week in Măgurele, near Bucharest, trying to figure the accounting of that firm when their computer was not busy with that guy's son playing Spice. The firm had one branch in Bucharest that was doing car alarms, by the design and using the equipment (a wave soldering machine) brought by the guy from Australia and also selling phones brought as junk from Telecom Australia. One good thing was the man took me one day in his Mercedes to the Seismology Institute where i saw the same (working) seismometers i see nowadays in the pictures with Mărmureanu. The business (at least my father's part) did not go anywhere, my father had a few employees using those machines, but he had no marketing skills and by the time i visited him in 2004 he was only doing beekeeping, also cashing a check from being retired and the shop was empty.

I looked in the news today and after all the "training" i got by doing matches, i had a flash-back and recognized this guy as being Fântână.

6:01 Got my answer from Progressive. First she said she is not the person i was looking for, however she advised about California privacy laws while the totals of the estimates is published on IAA web site anyways. What i believe is since i am the current owner i am entitled to any record created since the existence of the vehicle.

6:27 Just opened an "automated" email with an "unsubscribe" button from Progressive that came earlier which contains "files related to your claim #21-9013463", however that claim is closed. After a warning that says that if you don't agree with it you should not use it (a bit of recurrence don't you think) "the files" basically try to say that everything is related to that claim and everything else related to everything on their web site and their associates, including emails and estimates from shops is copyrighted material. Since they never sent it to me while the claim was opened or maybe they did and i didn't pay attention (which was about one month time period) i feel like this is a threat, at least as timing about what i just posted above and generally harassment, and worse than that, bullying. The email screenshots taken from my computer i published are not related to my past claim but the car i just bought. I also wanted to publish the repair estimate for my old Hyundai Elantra (how did they know i will and came to threaten), as i did with the amounts they paid first and after they further damaged the car om the shop, and gave me no choice to retain it. I also believe they choose the name Nicholas Sprague (who in reality is that guy from Jeopardy, Buzzy). They can't possibly have adjusters that speak like that guy. I know who i am and my name is not Nicholas or Nicolae or Nicu or anything that starts with N. Note the estimate was done September 1st or ten days after the accident.

My name is not Jeorge either.

Estimate done by Artistic Auto Body on Hunziger Street in tigard. Note the price for both outer quarter panels (area above rear wheels which are not bumpers) that where very little damaged and could have been easily repaired, a total of over 5000 for parts and work.

Here is the picture with the car 4 days after the accident (August 24) or when Nicholas agreed and paid for the car to be towed at Artistic Auto Body. I don't have a picture (was quite upset those days) from the left side, but it was in a similar shape. Also the rear windshield was intact.

On Friday September 3rd or right after they issued the estimate, i went to Artistic Auto Body to pick the car. However, the car was in a bad shape, with engine knocking, broken rear windshield and sitting on a side, like with damaged suspension, foil and tape around the rear end. As i drove the car that night from the accident scene home 20 miles, no problems (except a truck tried to hit me again and i pulled right), i planned to drive it to a shop, but now it was impossible. In that night, Nicholas sent me another email offering 1,700 more for the car and 300 more for hit and run which he refused until that time. Unfortunately i forgot to upload that picture and now i can't find it. However, it is not much different from the picture of the car at IAA site except for the suspension part. Note that they added a value to the car, 6,244, but not repair cost which according to Artistic in the link above is 14,543. They will probably sell the car for over 3,000 in auction. Which means that Progressive ends up paying 3,000 for a total loss of a car that is worth over 6,000, instead of fixing it which would have been about the same in an honest shop. What do you want, it's a business for profit, not a charity.

11:47 Imunizare prin infecție, echivalentă sau mai bună ca vaccinarea.