Wednesday started out like most days down here on Route 4, Piedmont.
I had hoped and prayed that if the day couldn’t improve a great deal, at least let it begin a lot closer to daybreak. That didn’t happen.
It’s 5 o’clock am in the morning before the sun comes up, or at least where we can see the rain, and I’ve been up half a coffee pot’s worth.
But, Wednesday’s “one of those days” ended on a high note with lots of celebrating, because THE LITTLE RED TRUCK LIVES! Let me explain the entire day.
Actually, the best way to describe it would be like watching a third grade boy trying to write a love letter. You know as you watch it’s a chore that means well but most probably not going to end well. Maybe not for the third-grader, but my day ended up just fine. Thank you very much.
My “day” started poorly, as I sat on the side of the bed wondering if 3 am was too early to make coffee. It was.
Did you miss me? I just took a break to put on coffee, get a cup, and check the window to see if the overcast is coming up. Nope.
Yesterday at this time I read some, went to the shop for a while, boiled some peanuts, waiting on time to put on coffee and start getting ready to go to Greer looking for motorcycle parts.
I ended up doing either. Diane fixed coffee while I stumbled around the yard and didn’t do anything until it was time to go meet “Call Double Aught” Bryan Ramey for lunch. That’s when the day turned good. We always have fun.
When I left there, I had to run by my doctor to see about a new script. I wasn’t in there 10 minutes and walked outside to see the big truck hunkering down on the driver’s side. A flat tire.
The day before I had just installed brake pads, rotors, and tires on my big ole honkin’ 4×4 Silverado 3/4 ton, that gets nine miles per gallon on the open road but doesn’t get good fuel mileage like that in town.
I almost wasn’t able to get the spare from beneath the bed. The mechanism was almost stripped, so I kept hitting the end of it with a hammer and got it lowered. Then I started trying to get the truck jacked up. Bent the rod almost double, then a nice young man from the doctor’s office came out and finished jacking it up so I wouldn’t have a heart attack in the parking lot. On the way home, I put $50.01 fuel in it and headed home.
After supper I went out back to work on the Dakota that quit on me LAST September. Instead of cranking, it threw up a No BU5 code where the miles should be,
I looked that up on line, and the best advice I saw was some guy saying if you get that error card, go trade trucks. I’ve been fooling with it, off and on, for the past year.
It just would not crank.
I had changed all of the relays, and the crankshaft sensor. I had taken off the fuel line. Nothing helped. So last night I decided to change all of the fuses. Again.
And wonder of wonders, it cranked!
My little red truck is alive and well, living on Route 4, Piedmont. I can’t wait to go pay the taxes, change the insurance, and start sitting in the seat where I get 18 instead of nine.
I’ve always said I couldn’t wait until tomorrow because life got better every day.
It’s gonna have to go some more a while to top yesterday.
Bryan Ramey is a Personal Injury Attorney who practices in the upstate of South Carolina. He graduated from The University of South Carolina School of Law, and has been practicing law for 27 years now. Bryan Ramey believes in representing the injured. Learn more about his experience by clicking here.