Breaking down.
Monday on the way to work I smelled antifreeze in the parking lot. I do the sniff test on my car to make sure it's not me and go to work. Today driving home after finishing a big job I can definitely smell antifreeze, I'm thinking well I got the rest of the week off I'll check out the car in the morning. I glance down at my temp gauge to make sure it ok and and F#CK it almost in the red.
I pull over in the first drive way (commercial area) and there's a nice bright sodium arc light so I roll to a stop under it and pop the hood. Upper radiator hose split.
Of course my AAA just expired but with the dart on the lift getting tubed I figure I'll renew it when I get paid so calling g then is out.....
I'm broke and far from home but my buddy (also my boss) lives close by. Call him up, he says there's an O'riley by my house I'll grab the hose and see ya in a bit.
Of course a bunch of folks are leaving the parking lot I'm broke down in, hood open, steam pouring out and NOT ONE stopped to ask if I'm ok.... what is wrong with folks??
Now I'm kinda pissed, I realy want a cigar but dont have any and was gonna stop and buy one. Low and behold there's one next to my seat!!
Buddy shows up with a bucket of water some vicegrips and the hose.
I change it out then ask what I owe ya for the hose? He says nothing and how bout I just pay you in cash now for the job?
So not only did I get it fixed I also got paid 5 days early in cash.
Not bad for breaking down, now I'm kicking back at the house, drinking an ice cold beer and smoking the rest of my underseat cigar!
Not a bad end to what could have been a realy crappy situation!
I'm glad good folks still exist.
I would have stopped for ya, especially if you were driving a Mopar.
A couple of weeks ago I was on my way home from a show when it started raining and along the way a blue 67 Chevelle was sitting dead at a stop light.
I turned my emergency flashers on and jumped out to help the guy push it out of the street.
Once out of the street and talking to the guy it was apparent that he really knew nothing about cars.
He had headlights but no cabin power at all.
I told him Chevy's usually get their cabin power from the connection at the starter and that we should trace the wires off the starter and find where the power loss is.
(Blank stare) so I asked if it was ok for me to take a look and he said "please do".
While following the wires I found a inline blade type fuse holder hiding behind his heater wires and coolant hoses at the firewall, and sure enough there is a 15 amp fuse in it that is blown.
I told him 15 amps isn't enough for the engine, headlights, brake lights, signals, wipers and heater blower. (remember it was raining)
He said when he turned on the wipers at the stoplight the car just shut off.
I asked him if he had another fuse, and again with the blank stare and eventually a "no I don't think so"
I run to my car a grab a 30 amp fuse out of the trunk box and pop it in and the car sprang back to life.
This was now the fourth car my Dart has made me rescue out on the road.:D
I think it gets some kind of sick satisfaction out of it.
