Grammy's Drivin' the Truck

Dan left this morning for Coeur d'Alene and after kissing him goodbye, I rolled over and went back to sleep. Until the phone rang a little after seven.  It was Dan telling me he was "broke down" five miles north of Potlatch.  I crawled out of bed, pulled on my jeans and a sweater and headed out on my rescue mission.  It was a beautiful drive, but I noticed heavy smoke on the horizon to the west.  Fires are still burning.  

Dan was heading off on another tour when he broke down, so when I met up with him, he unloaded his "company rig" (our old '94 Explorer) and put everything in the one I drive.  He explained what had happened on our way back to town:  a little doo-hickey (my term) that attaches to the fan belt had come loose causing the belt to come loose.  His first indication was loss of power steering and then he looked down at the gauges to see the electrical gauge was dropping, so he pulled off the road and there he sat until I arrived.  We are thankful for cell phones!

Back in town, a stop at our insurance agent's office told us we had towing insurance and they sent us to their preferred service where Dan dropped off the keys to the (formerly) "Old Faithful."  As Dan drove to our house to drop me off, I told him to take the new Explorer and I'd drive the pickup while he's gone.  He had so much stuff to haul, it would never fit into the cab of the truck.  He finally agreed, so I'll be cruising town in the pickup for the rest of the week.  I told him I'd certainly be stylin' in my 4-wheel drive muddy truck.  :-)

And here's the sicko, parked right where the very nice tow truck driver placed it about forty-five minutes ago. Dan says he can fix it this weekend.

I've tried to talk Dan into a new truck, or a newer Explorer for his work, but he loves both of these vehicles and says he'll drive them until they're worn out.  As long as he can plug in his XM radio and listen to the oldies, he's good to go.

Me, too.  Vroom., vroom...