Sorry to hear about your Wright. How about a funny one?
Ever had to borrow a tool to replace a stolen tool from a borrowed car that you’re working on outside the junkyard, while yours is in a shop being repaired after an accident.
Happened to myself and a friend with a lug wrench once. This is a wildly funny story, I’ll try to keep it short and sweet.
Good friend of mine drove out to the beach clubs 45 mins south of Buffalo one summer night. He’s nothing but a hard working, fun loving, happy go lucky guy, no beef with anyone kind of guy.
The backstory: He worked overnights, and he had fallen asleep on the drive home from work one night, crashed his car just a few blocks from home. True accident, could have happened to anyone.
Car goes to a local body shop for repair. The shop owner gives him a loaner, an old beater wagon. May have been an ******, don’t remember.
So back to the beach part.
This is where it gets funny. One night he takes the loaner car out to the beach bars, way far from home. He has a good time at the bars with whatever friends he was with. Comes outside, much to his surprise three tires slashed on the
loaner! (I still say he must have talked to someone’s chick.) Tow company comes without a flat bed and proceeds to use a regular towtruck to tow car with 45 minutes back to the city on the end with one flat tire, destroying the flatted rim!
This is where the stolen lug wrench comes in, as do I. My friend DID NOT want to tell the body guy about the tire slashing, so he has it towed to the outside parking lot of a Upullit junkyard in the city. His plan was to make good by getting three replacement tires. Like I said, not the body guy’s personal vehicle, just a shop loaner.
Next day, I get a call from my friend. He needs help getting wheels at the yard. He picks me up in another borrowed car. We head to the yard,and to make a long story shorter, we find the needed rim, after I explain to my buddy the difference between 4 lug and 5 lug rims, as he thought they were all the same.
Out in the front lot, we begin work on the loaner, removing the three flats to take to a tire shop up the road.
This is where is gets funny again. There’s a huge old multi story house across the street from the junkyard. Some completely whacked out weirdo who we can’t even see starts yelling at us from an upper story window “Hey, get outta there. Get outta there”. The a-hole who was probably drunk thought we were robbing the wheels! Anyway, we got the wheels off, I slid the lug wrench under the car and out of sight, or so I thought.
We go to the tire shop, get the the new tires mounted. Head back to the lot, I look under the car, and the lug wrench is gone.
Stolen. The wacko across the street must have taken it because there was not another soul around. Now we head to a friend’s house whose car we had, borrow a lug wrench, because there wasn’t one in the vehicle. Go, back get the job done. Did I mention several studs were severely bent on the destroyed corner of the car thanks to the awful tow. I couldn‘t get the lugs on more than part way!
What a saga. I was glad when it was over.
