and then I blew the engine up
This is a continuation of the previous post and if you haven’t you can read it here.
Mom called about 9:30 and said she would be up about 4pm to get me which gave me just enough time to do my laundry, charge camera batteries and the cell phone, go to Target for dog bones and read all the blogs I would miss while I was gone. I’m dedicated like that or maybe just addicted.
Mom arrived a little after 4pm and asked if Scout and I wanted to go eat before heading back to my parents house and since I’m never one to pass up a night of not having to cook I said yes. We got back to the house about 6:00 loaded my stuff into the car and head for the freeway.
From my house it’s about 20 minutes down Hazel Avenue to get to Highway 50 and after a 10 minute drive up Hwy 50 I take a crappy, winding, narrow two lane short cut called Latrobe Road and that drops me out onto Hwy 16 and then onto Hwy 49.
About 15 minutes into the drive down Hazel Avenue the car started pulling to the right and then I noticed the battery light came on and then the temperature gage showed hot, like pull over now hot. We were not very far from a well lit Chevron station and I raced to get there before the car completly overheated.
I called Dad to let him know what was going on and then called AAA to send a tow truck. Thank all the good karma for AAA and 100 miles of towing.
The tow truck driver showed up in about 20 minutes, loaded the car onto the truck and just for safety sake I called Scout to let him know the tow company name and truck number. Safe is better than sorry if you’re going to get in a tow truck and drive down a winding, crappy, dark country road with what might be a serial killer.
Joe Tow didn’t turn out to be a serial killer he turned out to be a whack-a-doodle where some of the hour long ride conversation included things like;
I’m a tow truck driver but my real job is as a roofer but with the economy I had to find something to pay the bills.
I have a dog, she’s part rottweiler and when I take her to the park people get their dogs and leave because their scared. Rottweilers are good dogs it’s just the owners that are bad.
I’m 41, single and I don’t have any children.
I really like having this dog she keeps my mom company while I’m working. My mom lives with me.
I’ve been a roofer for 23 years and I don’t hire any subcontractors, do you know what a subcontractor is?
I do tile roofs but I don’t recommend a tile roof cause if a tree falls on your house it breaks the tile and that’s really hard to replace.
I have a lot of common sense but nobody else does. It’s funny they call it common sense when it isn’t that common.
Yeah, it went something like that only he may have said he was a roofer for 23 years about a trazillion times but we made it to my parents house safe and sound unloaded the car and went in and went to bed.
4am comes sooner than you want it to if you’re going to be driving a long, long way.
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Glad to hear that out of work roofer and serial killer are not synonymous.
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I wonder if there’s a wine to go with that?
I’m sort of scared of myself that I sort of like his “common sense” observation.
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Me too. On top of that it made Scout laugh when I told him and all I could think was “oh dear lord it’s contagious”.
ACK! I’m not that far from being 41, never married and no children. But I Don’t live with my mom. Nor does my mom live with me. Is that enough to keep me from being equated to the out of work roofer?
Not even a concern, you are a strong independent woman and he lives with is mother. For some reason, for me and I’m sure every other woman out there, that is a huge difference.
Oh gosh. That sounds like quite the trip.
He sounds like one the farm hands we hire during harvest. No kidding, he said the following last year: “I think I figured out what those waitresses at Hooter’s wear such little shorts; they do that to attract the guys.” Uh- no kidding. Lol.
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Uh seriously NO KIDDING. I’d be affraid that guy would get his arm caught in something and being in Cali sue my ass.
4am is even worse when you have a family member who has a vice like grip and ice cold fingers come in and grab your leg and wake you up…. thanks grandpa…
fired!
Yeah but at least you didn’t hear Reveille and then get the cold hands.
off to a great start! now, was this the same car you were supposed to be taking on your road trip?
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It was the same car. We are grateful over and over that it happened when it did.
Holy cow! Did he have any teeth? Was it his tow truck or did he just “borrow” it? He sounds like some of the kids I work with father’s. But they have kids, lots and lots of kids. Was this your Dad’s new truck??? I haven’t been a tile roofer for 23 years! Thank god!
Oh he had all his teeth just not a complete set of social skills. Seriously dude if I tell you I was in the housing industry I’m FAIRLY sure I know what a subcontractor is.
Hah! you’re off to a good adventure already.
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Nothing like a tow truck ride to begin a whirl wind tour.
This sounds like a great adventure! Once I broke down on the masspike, and had to get a tow truck and the guy was all “you’re moving to AUSTRALIA” and then kind of hit on me. and it was really creepy.
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And on top of that he might have mentioned he had two girlfriends.
Joe sounds like a good man, but he has a rottweiller so he must be bad.
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Exactly. Maybe he needs to be on a leash.