Just Sit Back and Relax
Today I went down town to see if I could get somebody to weld a piece onto my Jeep Commanche.
The door jamb lock fell apart and I'm using a bungee cord to secure the door.
(It's a really STRONG bungee cord) I didn't realize it was a holiday and some things weren't open so the trip into town appeared pointless.
To account for the gas I figured I'd stop and get my car serviced and washed.
Emily doesn't mind the door flying open as much as she does the inch and a half of crusty mud caked on the fenders.
I washed it last year but it's almost like she expects me to do it regularly, like every six months or so.
When I pulled up and gave it to the service guy he just looked at it with a curl in his lip and asked me if I'd be running it through the wash after the oil change.
"I just washed it last August.
" I said.
The look on his face was priceless.
After the oil change we pulled my truck mirrors in and the guy directed me into the automatic wash thingy.
"You sure you want to take it through?" "Yup.
The wife won't ride in it and the mud is affecting my gas mileage.
Let 'er rip".
He went over and pushed some buttons and off I went.
Well, I'm gonna say right at the outset that it isn't a real good idea to go through a car wash in a vehicle using a bungee cord to keep the door closed.
I stopped and put the brake on just like the deep 'deity-like' voice directed me to and then the monster began whirling its arms and coming to surround the cab.
It passed by from front to back just fine but on the return trip it snagged the mirror.
This wouldn't be a big thing...
normally.
But in this case the pressure on the mirror opened the door and I was drenched with about five thousand gallons of foamy water.
The only thing I could think of to do was to roll the window down and see if I could rescue the mirror from the death grip of the sadistic machine without getting hurt.
Right when I did, the door released and flung back closed, launching my entire mirror assembly somewhere into the machines innards, never to be heard from again.
By the time I recovered enough to roll the window up the soap was beginning to sting my eyes so I just rolled the damn thing down and went through the rinse cycle.
The sound of the mirror launching caught their attention so I had two employees standing at the off ramp.
I left my window down and rolled by them looking like a drowned swamp-rat.
"Thanks guys.
See ya in 3000 miles".
And I drove off.
Some things don't require explanation.
The door jamb lock fell apart and I'm using a bungee cord to secure the door.
(It's a really STRONG bungee cord) I didn't realize it was a holiday and some things weren't open so the trip into town appeared pointless.
To account for the gas I figured I'd stop and get my car serviced and washed.
Emily doesn't mind the door flying open as much as she does the inch and a half of crusty mud caked on the fenders.
I washed it last year but it's almost like she expects me to do it regularly, like every six months or so.
When I pulled up and gave it to the service guy he just looked at it with a curl in his lip and asked me if I'd be running it through the wash after the oil change.
"I just washed it last August.
" I said.
The look on his face was priceless.
After the oil change we pulled my truck mirrors in and the guy directed me into the automatic wash thingy.
"You sure you want to take it through?" "Yup.
The wife won't ride in it and the mud is affecting my gas mileage.
Let 'er rip".
He went over and pushed some buttons and off I went.
Well, I'm gonna say right at the outset that it isn't a real good idea to go through a car wash in a vehicle using a bungee cord to keep the door closed.
I stopped and put the brake on just like the deep 'deity-like' voice directed me to and then the monster began whirling its arms and coming to surround the cab.
It passed by from front to back just fine but on the return trip it snagged the mirror.
This wouldn't be a big thing...
normally.
But in this case the pressure on the mirror opened the door and I was drenched with about five thousand gallons of foamy water.
The only thing I could think of to do was to roll the window down and see if I could rescue the mirror from the death grip of the sadistic machine without getting hurt.
Right when I did, the door released and flung back closed, launching my entire mirror assembly somewhere into the machines innards, never to be heard from again.
By the time I recovered enough to roll the window up the soap was beginning to sting my eyes so I just rolled the damn thing down and went through the rinse cycle.
The sound of the mirror launching caught their attention so I had two employees standing at the off ramp.
I left my window down and rolled by them looking like a drowned swamp-rat.
"Thanks guys.
See ya in 3000 miles".
And I drove off.
Some things don't require explanation.