I recently wrote a post about the saga of getting my truck fixed. All that time waiting because I couldn’t afford it. Then I FINALLY get it back! I was so excited. It was almost like having a new vehicle. Well…in MY life, it just WOULDN’T be complete if that was ALL there was to the story… :D
I guess I didn’t mention that upon its return, that the radio doesn’t work, or the light behind the heater panel. That’s annoying. Then I decide a week later that I am going to drive down to see my dad who lives an hour and a half south. Only Jamie came with me. Jessie decided to stay home because she was still upset about her hamster dying the night before.
Just as we hit town, there’s this weird noise, and at first I thought that my wheels locked up or something. But then as I pull into a bank parking lot, there’s a loud pop. I of course immediately freak out. I’m thinking you have GOT to be fricken kidding me! I got out and looked under the truck and didn’t notice anything. After some of the initial shock wore off, Jamie noticed a part laying in the road so I told her to go get it while I tried to get a hold of someone. And because I only know my sister-with whom my relationship is shaky, her soon to be ex husband-who I happen to like, and my dad-who hasn’t been in the best of health, and none of them are answering, we are just standing there wondering what to do. Fortunately, it wasn’t that cold.
My sister finally called back but was out of town. My dad finally called and I told him I came down to surprise him – SURPRISE! Guess he was surprised. LOL A guy had stopped to help, and was trying to take out the U joint when my dad got there. We went to go buy a new one, and that’s when I realized…I forgot my wallet. Wow. What the hell. So my dad paid.
The next morning, my dad tried to fix the drive line, but it was so chewed up that it wasn’t salvageable. So we tried to find a replacement to no avail. We went back to the truck and he tried to take off the rest of it so I could put it in 4WD and limp it back home. Oh, but after all that, turns out that now my damn 4WD doesn’t work! Uugghh! Great. So then my brother in law drove us back home.
I spent the next couple of days texting my other daughter’s friend asking for help getting the drive line off the old 4Runner to see if they match. He just kept putting me off. Pissed me off. Just tell me if you will or won’t. I ended up asking a guy at the shop next door if he could come over and jack it up and check. He said it would work. Great news. After that was done, I asked my friend who doesn’t have any mechanical skills if he could do it. He came over the next evening with a friend who took it off. And they were almost identical. YES! I was SO freaked out that they wouldn’t and I’d end up spending MORE money that I can’t afford. So now to find a ride…I asked Brent, my brother in law, if he could come up, take it out and bring me back down there. He said he didn’t want to spend 3 or 4 hrs driving, and that he had things to do and had to take advantage of kid free days. I thought about asking Will, the one who brought the friend, if he could do it, as much as I hate asking him for any more favors. He’s done SO much over the past few months already. I’d spent an entire week trapped at my house completely stressing out.
Then Saturday morning I woke up to discover that Brent had called and messaged me, asking if I wanted a ride. I don’t know what changed, but he got here about noon. He greased the drive line and we left. We got there, he installed it and I was back on the road. YAY! I nervously drove back home, freaking out the whole time that something was going to break. But then went to the store when I got back home since I hadn’t done that in over a week.
The next day I drove my youngest daughter to the theater, which is only about 8 minutes away. Upon my return, I notice smoke/steam coming from under the hood and again immediately panic thinking, ‘what the hell is wrong now?!’ I almost started crying. But I held it together and called a friend in WA. He asked questions while I was on the slightly snow covered ground freezing my ass off while looking for any noticeable leaks, and checking the radiator and oil-which was surprisingly low for just having a ‘lube/oil/filter’ during a motor swap…. My fingers got pretty damn numb too…
So after all that, it seemed fine. I went to pick Jessie up and when I got back, I took a peek to make sure it was still ok, and of course I found more steam. UUGGHH! But this time I could hear it. So I looked again, and I could see it spraying out of a hose on the top of the engine. I pushed it down and it stopped. I also discover that it’s pooling up under the hose it’s spraying out of. Then I see that the clamp is also not where it should be, so I tried to fix it, but it got worse. DAMMIT! So now I’m trying to figure who the hell to call this time! By now I’m thinking my other sister and her hubby are back from vacation, so he might be able to do it. I sent her a text asking if they were back, and after a few exchanges of me mostly telling her the problem, she finally calls and says that Jim will come over in the morning to look at it and go from there. From what I could see, and what Bobby (on the phone) had told me, it was an easy fix. Thank God! I just can’t do any more damn costly repairs. And I didn’t mention that I also had an interview at 1:30p the next day. But I figured that if he came over in the morning, that it would be fixable and whether I drove, or he drove me, I would make it.
Well…so it would seem. I woke up to find that my water didn’t work. AAGGHH! REALLY?! What next? My first thought was that it was frozen. But Jamie said she had used it this morning. Ok. How the hell does it work, THEN freeze?! I eventually just had to call the landlord. He said it was most likely in his shop. I’m guessing that’s the pump…? Apparently it had froze and I think that Jamie was able to use the water that was already in the lines. Jim did come fix my truck, so yet again, I am back on the road!
I was almost going to cancel or postpone the interview, but I managed to hide my slightly oily roots and pretty myself up enough to go. I figure they may reject me, but it damn sure ISN’T going to be because of my water! :D And my landlord got here right after I did and got it fixed, so although I was finally able to take my shower, my whole day was shot between the truck and the water. Oh well. Tomorrow is a new day.