With 8000 lbs in tow, the 15 mile range on the trip computer clicked
down, one at a time, ever so slightly quicker than the odometer
climbed. If the computer was accurate, this was going to be close. But
even if we don’t quite make it to the gas station, I can always run ahead
and get a gallon or two of diesel to get us going again. Just a minor inconvenience, right? Well with less than a mile to go, the trip computer
read zero, and within a minute the vehicle sputtered to a stop.
Fortunately it wasn't a terribly busy road, but we were stuck, and stuck
good. It was only a minute before a kind couple pulled up and offered
to take me to the gas station to fill a can. After putting a couple of
gallons into the tank, we still couldn't get her started. The gentleman
helping said the diesel took a bit to take, and wasn't like a gasoline
engine. So I'd have to try and draw fuel through the engine by keeping
the ignition cranked over. After 5 to 10 seconds of keeping the
ignition cranking, crack! Something just broke. I instantly thought it
was the starter, because now the engine wouldn't turn over at all. An
hour or so later, with help from numerous kind souls who came to our
aid, we managed to get a tow company to hook some chains up to the
Excursion and drag me, with trailer still hooked up, a couple of miles
to their repair shop. It was after 3pm
at this point, and I had yet to eat anything. The mechanics weren't
certain they'd be able to locate a new starter in town (if that indeed
was the issue) before their 5pm
closing time. While I unhitched the truck, which included getting
towed over to the garage bay, and pushed in by a small tractor, the
boys, Khaki, and Mama made the best of the situation. This wasn't your
typical service center. There was no waiting area, no office, no
seats. The boys drove little matchbox cars along the garage floor. Mama kept them occupied for what was maybe 30 minutes before I joined
them. When I did, I saw two boys covered in grease from head to toe, red
from the heat and sun, and as dirty as could be. With 90 minutes to
kill, and all of us long overdue for food, we wandered to, ironically,
the only place walking distance - a gas station. We looked like the
saddest bunch of folks in town, greasy, dirty, hot, tired and hungry.
If it weren't for the substantial cash in our wallets left over from the
trailer purchase, I'd have felt a good deal homeless. We entered the
gas station and turned the men's room into our personal home for 20
minutes, washing the boys in the sink, conducting diaper and clothing
changes, and freshening up. After a few donuts, Slurpees, sandwiches
and hotdogs, we began the journey back to the mechanic shop. As we
approached I noticed the truck wasn't in the parking lot. Sigh... they
still weren't done. We'd be looking for a hotel for the night. But
when we entered, it wasn't in the garage either. A moment later it
pulled up behind us, ready to go! $325 later (which included the towing,
parts and labor costs, $150 for the starter), we were on our
way. First stop - a gas station!
What a mess! So glad it all turned out and you had some good people stop and help. Reminds you they are still out there!
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