mekanik
i studied engineering in college. mechanical engineering, even. go ahead and ask me about principles of mechanics and dynamics, and i'll show you equations and diagrams and solutions. n-th degree of differentials? i'll explain you my six semesters of calculus. fluid mechanics? thermodynamics? statistical engineering? metallic science, non-metallic science? shears and torques and bends? voila.
yet if you pop open the hood of a car and ask me to show you components of the engine, i'll be stupendously perplexed. all i can do is point at the engine and say, "yup, um, that's the engine..."
i know where the radiator is, and where the engine block is. that much, i know. but don't ask me where the head gasket is. i don't even know what a head gasket is, what it does, and how come it has a head.
my kumari overheated yesterday. i was driving, in the dead of the night, when the truck behind me flashed its headlight repeatedly. i looked back, wondered why, and soon to my horror realized there was smoke spewing out trailing the car. i saw the temperature gauge and it was wayyy above high! i quickly took the exit and shut off the engine. under the hood then came a thick puff of smoke that you could make a smoke signal.
i had to waited a few minutes and then opened the hood with all machoness, coz i see people do that everytime. soon a scratch under the chin here, a rub against the temple there, and i was dumbfounded because i clearly had nooo idea what i was supposed to look at. so i did what every dumb driver would do. close my eyes real hard and pray the car won't explode, and then drove back home, stopping whenever it coughed smoke, then drove again.
i called my friends and every mechanics i could find, and i got different diagnosis. could be the water pump, said one. could be the head gasket, said another. could very well be the engine's already cracked, said my friend, who proceeded to berleter about what sort of an idiot drove a car with an overheated engine.
today, again with a prayer, i drove the car to the nearest bodyshop. the mechanic checked the engine, and proclaimed with amazement about how old and kerepot and berkedut kumari's engine was. and we discovered, i mean he discovered, the overheating principal problem: there was a huge leak, a gash really, on one of the hosey things that's connected to the radiator and it sucked the pressure out of the radiator from what radiators are supposed to do (which i think is to, um, radiate) and resulting in an bone-dry radiator with no coolant thingy and so it overheated and it's gonna cost me 200 bucks.
now that i knew what was wrong, i thot, "whew."
and all i heard when he was explaining to me was: bla.. bla bla bla... bla bla... 200 bucks.
whoa nelly!
but i had to have it repaired and i grudgingly consented. he changed the motor oil (which was never changed), flushed to coolant (which was blackhole empty), changed the transmission fluids (which was already brown instead of pink), repaired the leak and even threw in some bulbs for my burnt stop lights. i didn't even know part of my stop lights were out!, that's how blissfully helpless and ignorant i was.
i didn't have to watch but i stayed with the mechanic and looked with mighty interest everything he did. he propped open something on the engine and said the air filter looked ok. and i the dumb engineer said, oh wow THAT's where the air filter is??
aiyaaaa.
two hundred some'n bucks later, my kumari is pronounced healthy as can be. and i am happy as a bitzy bitzy bee. had to shake my head, though, at my apparent cluelessness when it comes to cars.
hey, not all guys are car guys, ok? puhlease. i am very proud of my masculinity, otherwise. i hop into my car, and as long as the engine starts and it brings me from point A to point B, it's mission accomplished for me. very utilitarian.
why did i study engineering, anyway. it's not my fault during all my semesters in the proud school of engineering that we never actually did pop open a car's hood, much less examine what's under there. it's not in the syllabus, i guess. i did study on how to make the engine more efficient, and examine the variables involved in its workings. but i haven't seen a real piston in my whole life, that's how pathetic i am. i've seen a sparkplug, though, does that count?
so why did i study engineering. hmm. i was good in physics and chemistry and maths. i supposed that path was laid open right there. but when i was a kid there was a movie called 'mekanik', anybody remembers? starring azmil mustapha, susan lancaster, yusof haslam? allahyarham mokhtar dahari was in there too. "cendol ni sedapppp!" was a very funny cendol scene. an insanely hilarous movie.
anyway, anybody remember what azmil's character's name was? anybody?
"syamil"...
: )
yet if you pop open the hood of a car and ask me to show you components of the engine, i'll be stupendously perplexed. all i can do is point at the engine and say, "yup, um, that's the engine..."
i know where the radiator is, and where the engine block is. that much, i know. but don't ask me where the head gasket is. i don't even know what a head gasket is, what it does, and how come it has a head.
my kumari overheated yesterday. i was driving, in the dead of the night, when the truck behind me flashed its headlight repeatedly. i looked back, wondered why, and soon to my horror realized there was smoke spewing out trailing the car. i saw the temperature gauge and it was wayyy above high! i quickly took the exit and shut off the engine. under the hood then came a thick puff of smoke that you could make a smoke signal.
i had to waited a few minutes and then opened the hood with all machoness, coz i see people do that everytime. soon a scratch under the chin here, a rub against the temple there, and i was dumbfounded because i clearly had nooo idea what i was supposed to look at. so i did what every dumb driver would do. close my eyes real hard and pray the car won't explode, and then drove back home, stopping whenever it coughed smoke, then drove again.
i called my friends and every mechanics i could find, and i got different diagnosis. could be the water pump, said one. could be the head gasket, said another. could very well be the engine's already cracked, said my friend, who proceeded to berleter about what sort of an idiot drove a car with an overheated engine.
today, again with a prayer, i drove the car to the nearest bodyshop. the mechanic checked the engine, and proclaimed with amazement about how old and kerepot and berkedut kumari's engine was. and we discovered, i mean he discovered, the overheating principal problem: there was a huge leak, a gash really, on one of the hosey things that's connected to the radiator and it sucked the pressure out of the radiator from what radiators are supposed to do (which i think is to, um, radiate) and resulting in an bone-dry radiator with no coolant thingy and so it overheated and it's gonna cost me 200 bucks.
now that i knew what was wrong, i thot, "whew."
and all i heard when he was explaining to me was: bla.. bla bla bla... bla bla... 200 bucks.
whoa nelly!
but i had to have it repaired and i grudgingly consented. he changed the motor oil (which was never changed), flushed to coolant (which was blackhole empty), changed the transmission fluids (which was already brown instead of pink), repaired the leak and even threw in some bulbs for my burnt stop lights. i didn't even know part of my stop lights were out!, that's how blissfully helpless and ignorant i was.
i didn't have to watch but i stayed with the mechanic and looked with mighty interest everything he did. he propped open something on the engine and said the air filter looked ok. and i the dumb engineer said, oh wow THAT's where the air filter is??
aiyaaaa.
two hundred some'n bucks later, my kumari is pronounced healthy as can be. and i am happy as a bitzy bitzy bee. had to shake my head, though, at my apparent cluelessness when it comes to cars.
hey, not all guys are car guys, ok? puhlease. i am very proud of my masculinity, otherwise. i hop into my car, and as long as the engine starts and it brings me from point A to point B, it's mission accomplished for me. very utilitarian.
why did i study engineering, anyway. it's not my fault during all my semesters in the proud school of engineering that we never actually did pop open a car's hood, much less examine what's under there. it's not in the syllabus, i guess. i did study on how to make the engine more efficient, and examine the variables involved in its workings. but i haven't seen a real piston in my whole life, that's how pathetic i am. i've seen a sparkplug, though, does that count?
so why did i study engineering. hmm. i was good in physics and chemistry and maths. i supposed that path was laid open right there. but when i was a kid there was a movie called 'mekanik', anybody remembers? starring azmil mustapha, susan lancaster, yusof haslam? allahyarham mokhtar dahari was in there too. "cendol ni sedapppp!" was a very funny cendol scene. an insanely hilarous movie.
anyway, anybody remember what azmil's character's name was? anybody?
"syamil"...
: )
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Mekanik 1983 Azmil Mustapha ... Syamil
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