Last week, the tires, this week, the accessory drive belt. It comes with the territory though, the van has over 178,000 miles.
What makes this worth blogging about is the circumstances.
Last week, after church, we got home after Marj made a comment about the front right tire looking low. I fired up the air-compressor and filled it up, then blew out the sprinkler system (a good decision in hindsight). The next morning, I was on my way back into the house with the paper before leaving for work and noticed the van sitting with a downhill tilt. To make a long story short, we found that the last tire we purchased was the wrong size for the rim and ended up damaged -- it was, however, the only tire on the car that size.
Today, I took Rocky to the dog park before church. On the way home, the car got hard to steer and just as I pulled into the development, started to overheat. I stepped into the house and on the way back out, noticed the belt hanging on the ground. I tried to put it back on but I needed some equipment I didn't have access to so we canceled our plans.
Why mention this? Because we both feel that God took care of us. We could have been on the road when either incident happened. We could have been miles away from home. It could have been a "blow-out" incident.
Yes, it is an inconvenience but close to home, it is manageable and while not cheap, when you are in an emergency, things seem to get expensive really fast.
We dropped the car at the car care center down the street and hope they can get to it tomorrow..
I don't think I told about the blow-out incident last year.
On a Saturday last summer, I was headed down I-25 at about 75mph (legal speed in that area). Ahead of me I see smoke, a car head left, into the crash rail, then bounce across the interstate, stopping on the shoulder. The only car damaged in the pack that this occurred in was the car with the blown tire.
I pulled over to see if I could help. The driver gets out of the car, distressed because she is late for work. The front of the car is crumpled. I called 911, then stayed on the shoulder with the damaged car with my flashers blinking.
When the Westminster police officer arrived, he stopped to see what happened with me... When I told him, a look of amazement crossed his face. He dismissed me and I headed off to my destination.
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