NEWPORT NEWS, VA–As I was sitting at a light yesterday, a guy jumps out of his car, runs over to me and says, “Hey, you’re truck’s spraying diesel from your engine!” (Bad Luck).
Sure enough, there was this huge hole in my engine shooting diesel fuel all over the place.
Actually, it was just a little hole where a bolt fell out, but in the middle of traffic with a heat index of 120, your mind pictures all these worst case scenarios and holes where they shouldn’t be just look bigger.
More below the break. (What does “below the break” mean?)
I pull off the road at the first spot I could, an Enterprise rental car lot (Good Luck). I shut the engine off and try to figure out what part fell out of that hole.
Two minutes later, a fire truck with it’s siren going and a squad of police cars box me in (really). Apparently someone had called the police on this big dark truck spewing diesel gas with a–go ahead and say it Doug–a guy who looks guilty of something. (Bad Luck).
After I explain my situation, the firemen just threw down some cat litter to cover the mess I’d made and offered to call me a tow truck. The police just nodded and went on their way, so I didn’t go to jail or anything. (Good Luck).
I got on the phone and called a bunch of places to see if they had a fuel primer plunger (which is what I thought had fallen out because I had used this two weeks earlier when I drained the water from the lines (preventative maintenance)).
No one had the part, but when I offered this one guy $100 to find me that part today, he found it like two minutes later. (Good Luck).
I walked into Enterprise to rent a car (figuring it would be cheaper than a taxi since I’d have to go quite a ways), and she wanted a credit card or proof or employment (which I have neither since I pay for everything in cash or with a debit card). (Bad Luck).
But then I see I had this PayPal Visa card sitting in my wallet which I’ve never used (and I was surprised it was even in there) and I showed that to her and suddenly I’m Mr. Normal Consumer Man and I drive off in a rental car to pick up my part. (Good Luck).
I get there and he gives me the part but it looks too big (Bad Luck). Then he shows me a diagram and I said, I think that’s the part (always, always, always take a picture of the problem Wirs!). So he gives me the other part, and even an extra one that might be it (the $100 went a long way). (Good Luck).
It took three hours to get back to the truck because of some accidents right before the (practically) only way out of Norfolk and none of the three parts is what I need (Awful Luck).
Then I pull out the owners manual, look at the section when you prime the fuel line and sure enough it isn’t the primer, but the bleeder bolt that is missing. (Stupid, stupid, stupid).
Since the parts place is closed now for the weekend (these things always happen on Friday afternoons) (Bad Luck), I run to Home Depot to see if I can find a replacement bolt, but it appears the hole is tapered. (More Bad Luck)
I was able to get the truck started though with one of the bolts lightly screwed in (I didn’t want to damage the threads), and limped across the street to an out of business restaurant (Good Luck for me, not so much for the restaurant). Now I won’t be taking up space in the rental car lot. (Good Luck).
So it looks like it’ll be Monday before I can try to swap my three wrong parts for the bleeder bolt. Hopefully it won’t cost me another $100.
Ironically, once the initial shock wore off, I felt quite detached from all the ups and downs. My mind would try to figure things out, would try to worry about all the worst case scenarios, but as soon as I’d see it doing these things, I’d just step back and look around and see that Wayne Wirs isn’t here (the personal self), nothing is going wrong (mental noise), and I’m just sitting in a car listening to the radio.
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