As promised, details:
On my way to work Wednesday morning, I blew the engine in my truck. Not whole lot of warning either. After passing a red Escort, there was a little more vibration than usual, so I started to slow down. Right about the time I hit 70, I heard a chainsaw ripping through concrete, the truck started to shimmy violently, and the cab filled with smoke. I pulled over to the left shoulder, slammed on the brakes, and screamed a couple colorful metaphors. When I saw the growing puddle of oil & coolant under my truck, my colorful metaphors degenerated into random vehement profanity.
On my way to work Wednesday morning, I blew the engine in my truck. Not whole lot of warning either. After passing a red Escort, there was a little more vibration than usual, so I started to slow down. Right about the time I hit 70, I heard a chainsaw ripping through concrete, the truck started to shimmy violently, and the cab filled with smoke. I pulled over to the left shoulder, slammed on the brakes, and screamed a couple colorful metaphors. When I saw the growing puddle of oil & coolant under my truck, my colorful metaphors degenerated into random vehement profanity.
Luckily, a coworker happened to see my plight so she picked me up. In return, I am forbidden from making fun of either her or her truck for the next three months. I think I can do that.
Last night, I bought a new(er) truck. Considering I paid 1/3 what I paid for my previous truck, I expect this one to last 1/3 as long, so right around March 2010 I should be in the market for yet another replacement truck.
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nirbhao:
'76. you are such a nerd. you should restore these vehicles and make them all pretty and shiney and shit
robotlola:
whoa.