This summer I have not blogged much. A lot has happened, what with the bad luck we’ve been having with practically all of our vehicles.
Our Mazda Tribute 2002 had a small fire under the hood due to a defective ABS modulator that apparently did not get replaced when we took the small SUV in after receiving the recall notice. It happened on June 16th, and now it’s August 15th, and the Mazda is still in the shop. Why? Because they no longer manufacture ABS modulator/connector part, thus they had to look around for companies that will manufacture. They found one, but it was to take 2 weeks or so to build one. Another part of the long wait is awaiting for the go-ahead from our insurance. I was told that this week should be the week I’d get to bring it home.
So in the meanwhile, I’ve been driving my parents’ Dodge Ram or Toyota Highlander. Well, since Tim and I used Dodge Ram to go to DC Metro to close up our storage, and trailer-haul our stuff down to Baton Rouge where we’d another storage (a bigger size) to close out, the truck developed a weird whining sound. Then there was the shredded tire and bent rim on Toyota Highlander. I made a turn and there was a jagged edge on the curb that just shredded the tire to hell. Then there’s the accident on I-40 a few days ago with my husband driving the Pensake 26-footer, outside OKC, where a van drove across lanes into the path of my husband, and he had to brake real hard, tires screaming and burning rubber on the blacktop, and the bed of that truck started to turn, the force pushing Tim into the next lane, and a pick-up truck passing got its wheel clipped and that spun it around and around, its tire blown out from hitting on the bottom rung of the steps under Tim’s side. ‘Course, my husband got the ticket, not the van driver, even though, it’s obviously that van driver’s fault all because Tim’s truck skidded into the next lane from the van cutting in front of Tim from jumping lanes at high speed.
It’s ironic because years ago, my boyfriend (not my future husband at that time) did the same thing the van driver did, and he got the ticket even though other drivers got hit by other vehicles trying to avoid my boyfriend. Same scenario, yet different reasons for tickets. Both my boyfriend and husband are deaf, so I notice a pattern here: a lot of times, a deaf driver who’s involved in accidents like these tend to get the ticket regardless of who’s at the fault. I can understand my boyfriend getting the ticket, but not my husband.
Anyway, enough of my rant, we are now in middle of moving to San Francisco bay area. I am awaiting news of whether we got approved for renting a small, about 800-sqft, apartment. Tim is putting our household into storage until we have a place to move in, and I am still in Arkansas, waiting for my car to return from the shop, our daughters with me, playing outside under the Augustine sun.
