In for Repairs
Well, it's been an exasperating day. I drove the truckster into town and stopped at the gas station for some much needed gas. So much needed, that it cost a whopping $55.00 to fill her up. It's days like this that I long for my very first fine automobile, that being the luxury sedan, also known as the Pontiac Acadian, where I could fill the tank up for a measly $10.00.
I pulled up to the gas station and the young gas attendant told me that I'd have to pull around an obstructing vehicle and pull in ahead of it. Yeah right, unfortunately he doesn't know how terrible I drive. He had to extend the gas cord as long as it could go because my limited driving abilities wouldn't allow me to get in close enough without doing some serious body damage to the car behind.
He then inquired about the truck. He said, "That looks really cool with the dark colour behind the speedometer." I said, "Well, thanks but it just came like that." He then asked me what year it was and if it was front or four wheel drive, Flintstone's powered by foot style, or whatever. Needless to say, I didn't know. I said, "It's from the 90's sometime, the wheels turn round and round, and that's about the extent of my knowledge." I basically let him know that I just put gas and occasionally oil in it, and vrroooooom.....off I go.
After all that, I felt very proud of the truck until my next stop when I tried to put it in reverse and it did nothing. I walked down to the nearest car repair station and the mechanic told me it sounded like a belt had gone. We walked back up to the truck so he could investigate further.
After further inspection, he mumbled that he'd do something underneath the truck to put it in reverse, so I could at least back out. He also added, "Don't run me over. " I thought to myself, yeah this guy has a death wish and doesn't even know it. He must have read that thought on my face and he said, "On second thought, I'll just push you out." Hopefully, the truck will be fixed tomorrow....
