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07 December 2006 - 23:08

something old, something new

The old:

Mileage: 87,898.

The new.

Mileage: 5.

Naturally, 49 miles miles from home the "Service Engine Soon" light comes on in the old truck. I look up at the little sticker on the windshield.

It's only been 400 miles since the last oil change and service job.

Great. Over 50 months of good behavior, and now, in its last three hours of service, the old truck decides to act up.

Figures.

Seven miles later a tanker truck goes whizzing by, and chink!, there's a half-inch long chip in the windshield.

Great. Only 77 miles to go before trade-in, and now someone decides to put the first nick in the pristine windshield.

Figures.

The dealer, however, didn't care. Didn't even ask. Nor take a look at the truck. The new one's been sitting on their lot for over a month, so he's just happy to get it traded, so's they can finally get paid for it.

Hey, did you see whose truck you were bidding on? Ever think maybe having the new trucks arrive in the middle of hunting seasons might not be a good idea?

There's no way I'm gonna be truckless for four or five days in October or early November. Much less, radio-less for over a month.

The bids called for "all-terrain mud/snow tires".

What I got was technically "all-terrain" (at least it said so on the sides of the tires), but looked exactly like regular street tread. No lugs at all for cutting through snow or mud. Perfect tires for the California highways, which is what the company's marketers are designing for. Dealer was unsympathetic, nor was our outfit's purchasing officer.

Craaap.

Good news was... I no longer had to feel guilty for the engine warning light, the chipped windshield, or the hole in the seat.

The bad news?

Radio tech emailed on Wednesday that he was buried in trucks needing new radios and wouldn't have time to install the new radio in my new truck until maybe Friday, or later.

So I left the new radio behind.

As we stripped the old radio out of the old truck, he mentions he's all caught up. Did I want to install the new one this afternoon?

Craaap.

So guess which 254-mile round trip I get to make again tomorrow?

Yeah, I know. I don't really mind. The weather's good, and driving empty highways is still better than office work.

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