I had a fine day planned. I was going to travel to the big city of Hamilton, Montana to do some shopping, have a meal, go to the matinee (the new Capt. America), and then go swimming. I was really looking forward to it.
I drove into town and decided to start by looking for books at the main thrift store. I did this. I found no books I wanted. I went out to my Toyota truck to go to my next destination. It wouldn't turn over. Nothing. Not even a click.
I spent the next 3 hours trying to fix my truck, most of it kneeling in gravel trying to reach things under the dash. I had no joy.
I called my Dad to come and get me. While I waited I put the dash back together. After assembling the dash I turned the key and my truck started. I turned it off and waited for my Mom, Dad, and my dog to show up. When they showed up I started the truck again and drove it home.
While I have suspicions I still don't know for sure what caused this problem. It's probably going to cost me a lot of money to find out for sure.
Between the two vehicles (mine and Dad's) we drove over 120 miles today to no purpose.
My knees are bruised from kneeling in gravel, my belly is upset, and for some reason my whole body aches (I just took some aspirin).
I'm going to have to borrow one of my Dad's vehicles to get around as I can't trust the Toyota, and my backup vehicle is already in the shop.
This sucks. Sucks. Sucks.
But I'll get over it, as it isn't really that great of an event when you look at the big picture. -it still sucks though