Right on schedule, my car has decided to celebrate the holidays in it’s traditional way: Breaking down and leaving me stranded.
In the four and a half years I’ve owned it, it’s decided that little hiccups are a good way to help me curb my holiday spending. Besides, there’s nothing like a new ((insert auto part name here)) to make Christmas seem merry.
Today my car decided that it was time for the fuel pump to go dead…in a rough neighborhood…in the rain…40+ miles from home. Forget asking Martha, I’m here to tell you this was definitely not a good thing. I’ve talked about getting that new truck for Christmas, but today was the first day Merrin said, “Please go get a new car.” Well, I very well may, but I want to get mine running first.
It’s not that its going to be “very” expensive, it’s just that this cars pulls these same stunts every year. Once it was $800, once it was $400, once it was $1600, and this one will probably be a couple hundred bucks. It’s kinda making me wonder why I”m so gung-ho to buy another Ford.
I’d like to send a big shout out to Pedro, the awesome tow truck drive from “24 Hour Wrecker Service” in Lancaster. You saved my can today, dude. You were a really good sport (despite the weather) and I would gladly recommend your work to anyone. That being said, I hope I never see you again (in a good way!)