I thought I would have my truck forever. Turned out forever was only 22 years.
Last week, I was driving around doing errands and on my way home I got a dashboard error message concerning the battery.
Now, the hubbinator had replaced the battery a couple of weeks ago and was worried he hadn’t tightened the everything. But then when I arrived home and shifted the truck in park, the engine made an odd clunking sound. Naturally, I asked him to look and make sure everything was tightened down when he got home from work.
He said he didn’t think that was the problem but decided to check it out. He borrowed my keys, popped the hood and started the engine. It made an odd sound then he couldn’t shut off the ignition or remove the key. I tried turning the engine off, even shifting it in and out of gear and it even made that horrible clunking noise.
I went in the house to grab my phone and make an appointment at the repair shop when the hubbinator started yelling. Seems there was a wee flame and a large amount of smoke. By the time I got out there, he had disconnected one side of the battery and the engine died. It didn’t smell like chicken, more like an electrical fire.
Saying goodbye to my truck was a lot harder than I thought. But I had had it nearly as long as I’ve had my youngest child and there were so many memories packed inside. The truck has been donated to Kars for Kids.
Until next time, stay healthy.
So sorry, your truck died, but 22 is a ripe age for a truck. He had a happy life. 🙂