Monday, April 21, 2014
Went to town today to mail a book I've been meaning to send out to a friend. Thought I'd pick up some groceries. Nothing major.
Got into town and truck wouldn't start. It's not the batteries. The vehicle has two massive batteries, and they are relatively new. I think it's the starter.
A guy I used to work at the gun counter with over at the General Store has a wrecker service. He had a stroke a few years ago, so he doesn't drive the wreckers anymore. Called him, and he sent his truck. They hauled me to the garage I have used for 20 years. This Norwegian guy about my age used to run it, but now his two sons do. I always go there for vehicle repairs. Left the truck there Of course, I was 22 miles from home with no ride, but fortunately for me my old counter mate from the gun store gave me a lift in his POV. (Privately Owned Vehicle.)
I didn't want him to drive all the way up the dirt road though, because the gate key was in the truck, and there's no where to turn . I didn't want him to have to try to jockey around with that on the narrow road, so I got him to let me off at the foot of the mountain.
Started up the mountain and couldn't get going. I guess I am just tired. Legs wouldn't hold up and I couldn't catch my breath. So it took me 45 minute to walk what used to take me about 15 minutes when I was younger. Still, I did make it to the house.