Well, maybe those weren’t our EXACT wedding vows. But lately a plague has visited the vehicles of our house. It started a month ago with my hero and I on a trip home from the airport. Our flight had landed at midnight and we were halfway through our two hour drive home when out of the inky blackness, two deer appeared in the highway- right in front of us. We missed the doe. The buck took out the front of our Suburban pretty handsomely. My hero pulled off the highway into the grass, muttering choice words about the buck’s parentage. Steam was spewing from the punctured radiator, and our front bumper dragged on the wheel. We weren’t going anywhere real soon. We turned on our hazard lights and went back to find the deer- he was in bad shape. On the other side of the highway I heard a lone eighteen wheeler hitting his Jake brake, slowing down as fast as he could. I idly wondered if he saw us in tbe dark… was stopping to help? Then another pickup with four guys stopped and all of them got out screaming “Fire! Fire!”
Oh crud. That orange glow on tbe front of the disabled Suburban was NOT the emergency flashers. The front of it was in flames, and the drought- seared grasses that we were parked in were already burning. My hero and I sprinted back to the Suburban, he grabbed a soda he had been drinking and doused the fire ON the truck, while I snatched a gallon of water out of the back and took care of the grass. The four helpful guys had continued to yell “Fire! Fire!” “Get away from there, it’s gonna blow up!”
We studiously ignored them. Took care of business. Because we were NOT going to be responsible for the next round of wildfires that wiped out Central Texas. Well. The fire department and police showed up as soon as the fire was out, and one officer stayed with us the entire four hours it took a tow truck to find us, out there in the middle of nowhere. Hats off to those guys who take their oath to “serve and protect” so seriously. We made a friend that night.
Once the Suburban was towed home, my hero switched to driving my Expedition as his commuter car. Which was great, until the brakes went out. A week later. He changed them in our driveway, because he is awesome like that.
Four days later, I drove our bus to a meeting in town. When I came out of the restaurant, it didn’t want to start. At all. After trying to rescue me and being unsuccessful in starting the bus, my hero decided we should call a tow truck. But by this time it was 11:00pm so we did it the next day. The shop said it was the fuel pump. 48 hours later we were on the road again.
While the bus was gone I was driving our old farm truck. Nearly t-boned someone in an intersection when the brakes AND power steering went out as I was trying to turn… That was exciting. There may or may not have been a zebra stripe in my underwear once the power steering kicked in again… so we have an intermittent hiccup with that truck. It decides when it wants the brakes and power steering to work.
So after this saga, my dear hero decided that we needed a reliable, fuel economical car to save money. I concurred. We bought a used diesel VW Jetta, cars that fairly routinely go 450k miles. Drove home the 60 miles like a dream. The next morning we took it into town for an appointment, and when we were done… it wouldn’t start. At all. Had THAT car towed into the shop. Turns out it needed a new starter AND a new engine head. Fabulous.
I am seriously considering switching my main mode of transportation. After our luck with vehicles lately, I’m thinking maybe horse and buggy. Do those come in 15-passenger?