Last Sunday. A friend asked me to go with him to town, normally I say no but I figured I would just because I usually don’t.
We went to town and went to a store. As we were about to leave, his truck wouldn’t start. (The starter was fried.) Ended up having to walk a mile and a half to his nephew’s place, then got a ride back to my friend’s truck, towed it to his brother’s shop, and after borrowing some tools I ended up pulling the starter off a car in the middle of a field, and installing it in his truck so we could finally head back home.
What was supposed to be an enjoyable hour or so ended up taking most of the afternoon and I ended up covered in oil and mud and sore as hell by the time I finally got back to my house.
Last Sunday. A friend asked me to go with him to town, normally I say no but I figured I would just because I usually don’t.
We went to town and went to a store. As we were about to leave, his truck wouldn’t start. (The starter was fried.) Ended up having to walk a mile and a half to his nephew’s place, then got a ride back to my friend’s truck, towed it to his brother’s shop, and after borrowing some tools I ended up pulling the starter off a car in the middle of a field, and installing it in his truck so we could finally head back home.
What was supposed to be an enjoyable hour or so ended up taking most of the afternoon and I ended up covered in oil and mud and sore as hell by the time I finally got back to my house.