Some days you take one route home and some days another. Some days you get home and some days, well – some days you might have to sit and wait for the tow truck.Monday I decided to take the 401 (part of the TransCanada) and a quick way to skirt the kings-town traffic. Good choice, bad choice, who knows. Right smack dab between one on ramp and the next off ramp (less than 1k.) I heard a slight "pouf" from under the hood. In the passing lane, on the business side of a semi I was suddenly dead in the proverbial water. Thankfully I was doing a speed that left me with enough forward momentum to coast across 4 lanes and come to a not so graceful stop on the shoulder. Done like a dinner. I loved that 14 year old piece of nuts and bolts.
Two months ago my trusty mechanic said, "You should have that timing belt adjusted!" I didn't. It broke. Car died. She was 350k old. She lived a good life but …
Bought a ‘new to me’ Hyundai Tucson tonight. Clean, fair price but not my old gal. Forced to change I would have rather had the playful, turbo charged little AWD Nissan (mid life crisis) Juke. It came down to how much I was willing to pay for fun. I decided I’d ride the Star for fun and settle for the previously loved, older, more practical and much cheaper SUV the rest of the time. Hopefully she lasts as long her predecessor the SanteFe.Lesson learned. Next time I will listen to my 'learned' mechanic.
And as an aside I had quite the chat with that tow truck operator about drivers who don’t move over for emergency vehicles. Response time for the rescue 25 minutes. They prioritize motorists stranded on the freeway. They realize how dangerous it is. Slow down folks – move over. It could be me or the white knight who came to rescue me that you kill!
(Thanks Google for the pictures on todays post.)
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