After a horrifying
accident where our last truck was totaled, we bought a new truck. The new one was a bare bones vehicle: no
carpet, no drapes, no AC, six cylinders, and crank windows. The dealer gave us a generous discount, fleet
cost, and then we struggled with the electrics for the next year. It was one of those, no matter what we did
the dashboard worked when we took it in to the dealer. It stopped working when we drove away. We named the truck Grumpy.
One night, G got out of
the truck to get something from the bed, and he left the motor running. He turned the four way flashers on, and when
he opened the door the buzzer made noise in time to the four way flashers. The seatbelts were screwed through the buzzer
wire. No more weekly trips to the
dealership at last.
Over the years there has
been a few repairs and dealer changes. A
new door skin when someone backed into us.
When one mechanic told us to turn up the radio to cover a rattle, that
wasn’t ok. The rattle was a broken
engine mount. Now we usually use an
expensive dealer up on the mesa. Today we
are using a neighborhood semi-shade-tree mechanic. His new shop is cleaner than his last
one. That’s important. Grumpy needs new shocks so why not give him a
chance on the small stuff.
I’ll wait. I can’t walk back home, but I can sip coffee
across the street while I wait.
Himself: (Still) ”Working one hour (overtime).”
Grumpy has been an adventure for you. Good luck with the shocks!
ReplyDeleteThat which does not kill us makes us strong. I think someone said that?
ReplyDeleteDoes that make the truck stronger. LOL
DeleteGrumpy sounds like he was born sucking lemons.
ReplyDeleteBut now he's like rock candy.
DeleteGrumpy once again rides like a real truck.
ReplyDeleteNo more Caddy softness. LOL
Deleteand who are those skinny people standing in front of him?
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