After dropping the kids off at camp, the truck broke down in the middle of an intersection in Mt. Holly. Just quit. About a month ago the same thing happened, and we installed a new fuel filter and pump. At a cost of several hundred dollars.
So the guy tows us back to Mr. B's, (who is no longer my favorite mechanic) unloads the truck off the lift, crawls underneath, bangs on the bottom, and starts it up again.
Of course he didn't think to do this before towing it. Frankly, neither did we. It's like that printer at work. How would you know something will work if it never occurs to you to try it? He surmised it was some clog or another. I wonder if it will cost us another several hundred dollars for Mr. B to come to the same conclusion?
Later, I watched as 2 wandering Jehovah's Witnesses took a picture of my bumper magnets. I'm not sure if they thought they were amusing or are planning to report me to FBI.
The weird thing is, they didn't come up and knock on the door.
4 comments:
With bumper stickers like that, your car would fit into my San Francisco neighborhood just fine. Except that it's not a Prius.
Well, the other car runs on veggie oil. Does that count? Does that cancel out my huge gas-guzzling 7-seat momvan?
Do you really have a car that runs on vegetable oil? Good god.
Yes. C;mon, all you West Coast people have them, don't you? Just trying to be a good steward of the earth. Not to mention, it's way cheaper than gas.
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