I'm a little rusty at this whole blog thing, so I'm going to start easy to get the carbon burned off the pistons. An old trick I learned is to pour some oil down the carburetor followed by some water. I guess the oil loosens the carbon, then the water rinses it out. I actually tried that on our '65 Dodge Coronet. I don't know if it cleaned any carbon out of the engine, but it sure as heck made a freakin' sweet white cloud of smoke. The thing was monstrous. The neighbors must have wondered if our house was on fire.
Now onto the weather. Although my travels from around Iguazu Falls through Colonia, Uruguay were cloudy with some sprinkles mixed in, the weather here in Buenos Aires has been gorgeous, bordering on the hot. The skies have been virtually cloudless—lots of blue out there—and there hasn't been a drop of rain.
Interestingly, the weather is much worse in the subway—at least for those of us who prefer the optimum Washington days, which means around 75 degrees Fahrenheit. When you descend into the subte, the temperature goes up by around 10 or 15 degrees. This morning when I went to Spanish class, there wasn't even standing room in the car I was in—or probably any of the others. It gets a bit toasty in there. From what I've heard, it's not any fun when it's closer to three digits upstairs.
Okay. Although I didn't pour any oil or water onto my laptop, I do believe the carbon is gone. More to come.