It was a dark and stormy night–and a damn rare occasion in Arizona, because it was snowing. Nothing was laying, but it was wet and nasty, and it was coming down hard. Yours truly was driving through this mess, with a tired four year old and a truck full of presents.
Little did I know that earlier in the day, at some point, someone had backed into my truck and fled the scene like the cowards they are. Yes, backed into my truck on Christmas Eve and either didn’t notice it themselves–which is possible, admittedly–or scurried away, not wishing to deal with the insurance people.
So there I am, at around 10pm, snow coming down hard, having a lot of odd problems with my truck. First, the speedometer maxed out. This wasn’t the end of the world, you understand, but highly irritating. I pulled over at a truck stop, kid and presents and all, and yanked the instrument cluster fuse, reset the computer, and bam–speedometer fixed. Problem solved, another victory.
Or so I thought.
See–while I was messing around in my fusebox, I noticed something odd about my truck. It had a dent in the hood where there had been no dent before. I’m not one of those types that worries about every little scratch in my vehicle, so I was a little irritated, but it wasn’t the end of the world. I drive a long-bed 4×4 after all, and that’s not a truck that’s made to be pretty. What I should have done is investigate this further, but it was snowing, it was late, and I might have mentioned the four year old who was just as ready as I was to get home for the evening. I slammed the hood down, saw the speedometer working correctly again, and so I set off for home–an hour and a half drive back to Tucson.
What happened, you ask? Well, it turns out that my truck wouldn’t shift out of 3rd. This gets me kind of angry. I’m thinking “it’s got to be something electrical, the instrument cluster is messing up plus the tranny won’t shift out of third; maybe it’s the vehicle speed sensor” and damn near pulling my hair out at this point. I call my brother, who comes to pick me up, and start mucking around with my truck again in the shitty weather.
As it turns out, the front grill was just sitting in place. You could take the running lights and just push them right off of the front end to hang by the wires that hold them, and the grill itself was cracked all the way around. That hood dent took on a new meaning for me. So did the mechanical problems.
Son of a bitch.
At least at this point I knew what I had to do–claim it on my insurance. Someone at some point in the day had probably backed into me, and drove away. That’s how I spent my Christmas Eve to Christmas morning, and tomorrow will be a rental car and tow truck adventure, since the old trusty 4×4 is just sitting on the side of the highway right now. It really sucks. I hope they can fix my truck. I really like that truck. It’s simple, it’s dependable, and it’s got a nice stereo. Ah, well. Life goes on.
So that’s how I spent my Christmas Eve. I hope all of you had a better holiday than me. On the bright side, things could have been much worse. Still–when things go wrong for me, they pick the weirdest times to do so. Snowing in Arizona, Christmas Eve night, loaded with presents and a tuckered out four year old. What craziness lol.
Merry Christmas people. Merry effin’ Christmas.