Three weeks ago, Robinson accidentally trashed the car. On his way home, he slipped on a patch of ice, the car spun, and he ended up crashing into the cement divider. He was fine. The boys and I were home, not with him, so we were very lucky there.
The insurance company deemed the car totaled. We happily took the money and paid off the car loan and even had some extra. Not enough for another car, but unlike last time, we had plenty of time to figure out our next move.
We scoped out cars on Craigslist. We found one that would fit everyone and that was somewhat inexpensive and asked our friend Mark to come out and take a look at it. While we were checking out the van, Mark mentioned that Kevin (their boss) had an extra truck. Mark called Kevin, and it was done. We'd borrow Kevin's truck for the duration of our life in Fairbanks.
Enter yesterday.
We returned the rental car. Started up the truck. I went home. Got everyone ready for preschool after lunch. Got in the truck. Started it up. Got stuck in the 5 (or so) inches of snow in the driveway. Then the truck dies.
Crap, crap, crap!!!
I called up Robinson and told him the truck died. He said he and Kevin would come by and fix it. They did and managed (with some fancy maneuvering) to get the truck out of the driveway. It was quite evident that the truck was not going to work.
Here's the kicker: On the way to Kevin's house to drop of the truck and come up with an alternate plan, a woman runs a red light and smashes into Kevin's brand new Mercedes. Why couldn't she have hit the crappy truck instead???
It's enough to make a person swear off cars forever. Believe me, if we were not moving to rural Wisconsin, I would seriously consider it.
Poor Robinson. He was in the Mercedes. He feels like a car jinx.
I don't know what to feel. The only thing that's keeping me from going crazy is donating unwanted stuff and posting items on Craigslist.
I'm just glad we're almost gone. Not that things will be any better in Wisconsin, but a change of scenery will be nice.
Very nice.
Blessed be.
The insurance company deemed the car totaled. We happily took the money and paid off the car loan and even had some extra. Not enough for another car, but unlike last time, we had plenty of time to figure out our next move.
We scoped out cars on Craigslist. We found one that would fit everyone and that was somewhat inexpensive and asked our friend Mark to come out and take a look at it. While we were checking out the van, Mark mentioned that Kevin (their boss) had an extra truck. Mark called Kevin, and it was done. We'd borrow Kevin's truck for the duration of our life in Fairbanks.
Enter yesterday.
We returned the rental car. Started up the truck. I went home. Got everyone ready for preschool after lunch. Got in the truck. Started it up. Got stuck in the 5 (or so) inches of snow in the driveway. Then the truck dies.
Crap, crap, crap!!!
I called up Robinson and told him the truck died. He said he and Kevin would come by and fix it. They did and managed (with some fancy maneuvering) to get the truck out of the driveway. It was quite evident that the truck was not going to work.
Here's the kicker: On the way to Kevin's house to drop of the truck and come up with an alternate plan, a woman runs a red light and smashes into Kevin's brand new Mercedes. Why couldn't she have hit the crappy truck instead???
It's enough to make a person swear off cars forever. Believe me, if we were not moving to rural Wisconsin, I would seriously consider it.
Poor Robinson. He was in the Mercedes. He feels like a car jinx.
I don't know what to feel. The only thing that's keeping me from going crazy is donating unwanted stuff and posting items on Craigslist.
I'm just glad we're almost gone. Not that things will be any better in Wisconsin, but a change of scenery will be nice.
Very nice.
Blessed be.
1 comments:
Unknown said...
I can see that you really had a lot of car trouble there. I just hope that no one was badly hurt in the crash and I’m totally hoping that things will be okay now as you stay in Wisconsin.
-- Rob Brummitt