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which_chickWe're trying Sunday Dinners again. It's a nice routine, kind of a little weekly special occasion and I really like Sunday Dinner except every other week I have to come up with a meal plan. (This is the price of doing Sunday Dinner. She cooks one week, I cook the next week.) Someone has to make the Sunday Dinners, you see...
I was driving over to Laur's house for Sunday Dinner this past Sunday and it was her week to cook. Now, my truck has been sounding a bit off for the last week or so, just a strange noise sometimes. 'Cause of that, I'd planned to take it into the shop on Monday, but as I was driving over to Laur's house, the driver side rear wheel fell off the truck.
Now I'm a reasonably careful driver, especially when things seem like they might be NQR (not quite right) with the vehicle. So I was driving gently when the back of the truck dropped down like four inches and went *crunch* in a concerning sort of way. This would have really sucked at like 60 mph but I was only doing about 30 at the time, so #winning. Happily, I was coming up on an intersection where people pull out incautiously all the time and I was driving in a "Probably there will be idiots" sort of way, which is why I wasn't going super fast.
Obvi, when the truck went *crunch*, I hit the brakes and started to pull off the road, as one does. By the time the truck was immobile and sitting with the brake drum squarely on the tire which was flat on the ground -- I could not do this again if you paid me and I totally should have taken a picture -- I was well off the road in a convenient-to-park-a-rollback-and-load-a-broken-truck location and not, for example, stuck dead in the middle of a very dark two lane country road. Planning? Dumb luck? I have no idea, but #winning either way. Also I was like two miles from Laur's house so I called her to come get me due to truck failure.
But then we didn't have dinner right away because I was having too many fucking feelings and I had to call my car guy about the truck without doing some sort of REEEEEEEEE scream in his ear and I was just... not In The Mood For Food because processing and trying muster the wherewithal to Be An Adult on the phone. So I had to kind of settle down for like forty minutes of completely nonproductive time because I was mad about the truck wheel falling off, like what the fucking fuck?
Perhaps now would be a good time to mention that I'd had the truck in the shop last Tuesday to address a braking issue. And during said visit to the shop, the driver's side rear wheel had been removed from the truck. You don't have to scroll up to check, that was the very same wheel that fell off. My mood perked up a bit when I realized that the wheel falling off was not my fault and in fact could be laid tidily at the boots of my car guy who probably MEANT to torque up the lug nuts but like, maybe the phone rang or someone came in with a question or similar. I'm sure he meant to, but probably something happened in the middle of doing that and thus the wheel of my truck fell off.
Anyway, the truck is off being fixed, old wheel lug studs tapped out and new ones put in (because they are bent and threads are fucked), a new aluminum rim because the holes in the old one are now ovals instead of circles, y'know, the usual. I expect to have it back a little later this week. For now I'm driving my dad's truck (like mine only slightly newer, an automatic, and blue), which is like wearing someone else's shoes. I don't love it.
Dinner was fine, once I calmed down enough to eat it. Sorry it had to hold on the stove and be rehotted up, but I honestly was spitting nails when I got there and I was in no mood to eat. These things happen sometimes. *sigh*
I was driving over to Laur's house for Sunday Dinner this past Sunday and it was her week to cook. Now, my truck has been sounding a bit off for the last week or so, just a strange noise sometimes. 'Cause of that, I'd planned to take it into the shop on Monday, but as I was driving over to Laur's house, the driver side rear wheel fell off the truck.
Now I'm a reasonably careful driver, especially when things seem like they might be NQR (not quite right) with the vehicle. So I was driving gently when the back of the truck dropped down like four inches and went *crunch* in a concerning sort of way. This would have really sucked at like 60 mph but I was only doing about 30 at the time, so #winning. Happily, I was coming up on an intersection where people pull out incautiously all the time and I was driving in a "Probably there will be idiots" sort of way, which is why I wasn't going super fast.
Obvi, when the truck went *crunch*, I hit the brakes and started to pull off the road, as one does. By the time the truck was immobile and sitting with the brake drum squarely on the tire which was flat on the ground -- I could not do this again if you paid me and I totally should have taken a picture -- I was well off the road in a convenient-to-park-a-rollback-and-load-a-broken-truck location and not, for example, stuck dead in the middle of a very dark two lane country road. Planning? Dumb luck? I have no idea, but #winning either way. Also I was like two miles from Laur's house so I called her to come get me due to truck failure.
But then we didn't have dinner right away because I was having too many fucking feelings and I had to call my car guy about the truck without doing some sort of REEEEEEEEE scream in his ear and I was just... not In The Mood For Food because processing and trying muster the wherewithal to Be An Adult on the phone. So I had to kind of settle down for like forty minutes of completely nonproductive time because I was mad about the truck wheel falling off, like what the fucking fuck?
Perhaps now would be a good time to mention that I'd had the truck in the shop last Tuesday to address a braking issue. And during said visit to the shop, the driver's side rear wheel had been removed from the truck. You don't have to scroll up to check, that was the very same wheel that fell off. My mood perked up a bit when I realized that the wheel falling off was not my fault and in fact could be laid tidily at the boots of my car guy who probably MEANT to torque up the lug nuts but like, maybe the phone rang or someone came in with a question or similar. I'm sure he meant to, but probably something happened in the middle of doing that and thus the wheel of my truck fell off.
Anyway, the truck is off being fixed, old wheel lug studs tapped out and new ones put in (because they are bent and threads are fucked), a new aluminum rim because the holes in the old one are now ovals instead of circles, y'know, the usual. I expect to have it back a little later this week. For now I'm driving my dad's truck (like mine only slightly newer, an automatic, and blue), which is like wearing someone else's shoes. I don't love it.
Dinner was fine, once I calmed down enough to eat it. Sorry it had to hold on the stove and be rehotted up, but I honestly was spitting nails when I got there and I was in no mood to eat. These things happen sometimes. *sigh*
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Date: 2025-02-26 02:34 am (UTC)But good (?) that it wasn't worse and you handled it well and got to safety, and that you know it wasn't your fault it happened. (They better not be charging you for the fix...)
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Date: 2025-03-07 03:39 am (UTC)My Volvo is a 2008, so pretty close. :D