It's Pandemonium here.
On Tuesday night, we finally found a truck my boy likes in Nashville, TN. We made plans to leave the next morning and drive down and inspect and then drive back same day. I took the day off from work, and cancelled a gravel driveway load i had scheduled for Wed. Moved all my appointments, and we planned for a 5AM departure and a 12PM meet with the owner. Got up at the hairy a**-crack of dawn and started Wed AM. Pretty uneventful trip down, until about 10am when the driver of the gravel truck called from my driveway and said where you want it? i had left 2 messages on the voicemail service to call them off, but of course nobody got those. Rescheduled and sent him home. We arrived at the owners home and gave a good lookover before he arrived, and we went for a couple test drives, it seems totally ok, so we make the deal, and start on the way home. Gassed up, checked fluids again, stopped at the Taco hell to get some grub, while in line, we are accosted by a young guy asking us to buy him some food. He didn't look homeless and seemed vaguely like he was on drugs. BAAAAD teeth. I'm thinking Meth addict. After that we set off. Make it 50ish miles up I65 and my kid calls me in a frantic call the trucks temp gauge is pegged! We pull over and it's boiling out like crazy. i spy a popped coolant line. Small hole, spraying coolant. Probably popped on the drive. Calm him down, we go up the road to the next exit, Bowling Green KY and stop at a parts store. buy a bunch of supplies and head back. Repair the coolant line on the side of the road, Refill with coolant, check fluids, start up, seems to be ok, but there's a bubble every 15-20 secs in the rad. Ok, probably popped a head gasket. We drive up the road to the next exit, pull off and ask the parts store owner if we can park there for a couple days while we retrieve a different truck to tow it. He agrees. We drive home, through countless DELUGES of biblical proportions. Wipers on fast and can't see??? Wow. Get a phone call from neighbor about 10pm, informing us that the state police informed them that there was an armed fugitive they were hunting that was in our neighborhood and lock the doors and have the phone ready. I know my pistol and shotgun were out in the shop as i've been trying to get the groundhog that's been plaguing me. In the UNLOCKED shop. And my wife and daughter are home alone. Needless to say, we pushed on the skinny pedal a little harder. Got home 1130pm, retrieved the guns and battened the hatches. Took a sleeping pill and passed out. Total awake time: 23hrs.
And i get to do it all over again on Friday.... i may need the weekend to recover.
The happy boy in his truck.
