it pours. Isn’t that how the old adage goes?
Last Monday, I took my “used” truck in with a list of things that have gone wrong with it since I bought it last August, at which time I purchased an extended warranty just in case.
The main problem has been with the brakes. I had already paid my “brake man” to replace a caliper a few weeks back, but the brakes continued to give me trouble. Thinking it might be a larger issue covered by warranty, I decided to take it to the dealership.
The dealership had my truck all day long last Monday, and after being very explicit that my main concern were the front brakes, they checked the back ones instead. After running a brake system computer diagnostic, they said nothing was wrong with the brakes. Maybe I needed shoes and pads? That and all the things that needed repairing totaled up to about $2500, some of which would have been covered under the warranty.
But the warranty expired 3,000 miles ago.
The truck and I came home, both a little worse for the wear.
On Friday, after buying what I call “big groceries”, I had to make a stop at my son’s house before going home, and not far from his house, the brakes gradually slowed the truck down to a snail’s pace. Knowing that wasn’t right, I unloaded all the cold and frozen foods into his refrigerator (thankfully it was quite empty), and headed directly to my “brake man” again.
When I got there, the brakes were smoking, the smell was atrocious and everyone came out of the shop to gawk at my dilemma. They said I was lucky the truck didn’t catch on fire.
It was late afternoon, check-out time at the camp, and time for me to clean it up for the next group coming and then get ready for my oldest son’s 27th surprise birthday party–all within three hours, including an hour driving down the bayou and back to town. I was near panic. But I managed to get it all done while both front calipers were being replaced on the truck, and they had it ready by closing time.
She drove great later that night on the way back home from the party. But 24 hours later, when I went back to my son’s house to get the cold and frozen foods, the brakes did the exact same thing again. It was like an exact repeat of the day before. The only difference was, this time when I parked in front of the brake service shop, they were closed. I left my truck there and am about to call them this morning with the bad news.
Saturday, the AC at my house went out–less than two years old.
Sunday, the customers called from the camp saying the water heater was out.
So much for the “super moon”.
However, there was one shining light of the weekend–seeing my oldest son’s face when he walked through the door at the surprise party.
This isn’t my usual blog post, but I hope it at least explains why you haven’t heard much from me lately.
Now, let the sympathy begin!
Still truckless and going to check the water heater,