20 July 2013, a day of glorious sunshine and, once again, high temperatures. It's funny how the temperatures deviate so drastically between Topsail and Jacksonville. I left Topsail with wonderful 86 degree weather for the race track in Jacksonville's 92 degree oven. There was cooling wind at Topsail but a heat fanning wind at the track. Hmmm!
Anyway, it was the track's Salute to the First Responders
night which brought out many local city and county EMS, Fire Units, Sheriff's
deputies, and city police, along with D.A.R.E Program vehicles. Quite a display; we owe them so much for
keeping us safe. We had a rather large
crowd for the event which was so appropriate in celebration of these men and
women. The track raffled off many items
including a 29 inch flat screen TV to those first responders with the lucky
tickets. It was a great event.
We were blessed by some fantastic racing through the night,
lots of nose to tail, side by side racing which really got the crowd
excited. I am so lucky because I have
the best seat in the house; the flag stand. Every race night I get the thrill of cars passing below me, the
bellowing of the engines that really shake your insides. And so the night went, five racing events
with the usual controversy in the fifth race which just added some spice to
night. Everyone left the track fully
satisfied except the ones involved with the controversy of the last race.
I hopped aboard my mighty steed (2008 Ford F-450 truck) to
depart for home, hot, tired, and very happy for the air conditioning. As I rolled out of the race track onto the
highway I was glad to be headed home. I
was starting to relax and cool off when there came a warning bell. I looked at the dash board to see the ominous
message "STOP NOW SAFELY" glaring at me. Then the truck started to slow down; I was
losing power. I realized there was
nowhere to pull off except a hardware store parking lot a half mile away. My luck held out and I made the parking lot
but, as soon as I applied the brakes to stop, so did the engine and no bit of
coaxing from me would get it to even try to restart.
It's surprising the number of years of racing involvement
that run through your head looking for answers to the sudden stop of the truck
engine. When none seemed plausible I
naturally called Gail to give her the bad news at 11:15 pm. To say she was not thrilled with the prospect of driving
to Jacksonville late at night to a place she had never been would be an
understatement. I really couldn't blame
her but, like a trooper, she got on the road.
As I sat there waiting, it suddenly occurred to me to call the guys
at the race track so I called Lavon, the track's competition director. He thought of his friend Billy Goines
and said he would call him. Within 20
minutes, to my great relief, a rather massive roll back truck appeared. Billy, his friend Ed, and I tried to diagnose
the problem to no avail so we loaded the truck on the roll back. Billy would take the truck to his house for
the night and then to a Ford dealership on Sunday for a very reasonable fee and I
would call them on Monday morning.
About this time we were loading the truck, I realized my phone was ringing. Gail was frantic not knowing where she was going in a dark, rural area. As it turned out she was less
than a half mile from where I was and I talked her in to the parking lot. I received a good talking to, which I
deserved, about not answering my phone and leaving her lost while trying to find me. During
the loading of the truck, the noise kept me from hearing her three other
calls. My phone ringer volume has since been
increased.
Monday morning came and I called the Ford
dealership. They would get to it later
today and let me know the bad news. About 2:00 pm I received a call saying they would have it repaired
today. It turned out it was an exhaust
sensor malfunction. Both Gail and I were
so relieved it was nothing more serious. We had errands in Wilmington anyway so incorporated the truck pick up
into our travels. The $300.00 plus hurt
some but it could have been worse.
Still
waiting for that peace and quiet of retirement though...Jack
Thank goodness that the truck's problem was relatively minor! (Nothing minor about $300 in repairs, but it could have been worse.) Gail, driving somewhere at night is bad enough, but driving somewhere you've never been before at night is the pits! You should wire Jack's phone to give him a wee jolt when he doesn't answer your call on the 2nd or 3rd ring. Some might call that negative reinforcement, but what the hey? ;)
ReplyDeleteY'all continue to have fun and go on adventures! Stay healthy! Don't worry about anything except being happy!
xoxoxox,
Mel T.
Hey Mel,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the wishes and comments, however, Gail's thoughts of attachment points for that wee jolt may be of a sensitive nature and quite startling let alone painful. We'll keep updating as we travel along and don't be a stranger with your comments.
Take care and remember to take things with a grain of salt or maybe a truck load; whatever is necessary...
Jack
Wiring jack's phone as we speak ;)
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