Until Monday on the way home from work. I was sitting at a stop light (right before a long bridge) and when the light turned green I released the brake, stepped on the gas and...
went nowhere.
Imagine my surprise when my 3 year old vehicle decided that it didn't like to stay in gear any longer. The engine just revved up when I gave it gas, so I coasted into the providentially placed gas station to my right and promptly called Trevor. I tried switching gears (all of them including reverse), and all I got was wasted gas from the spinning engine. Trevor suggested turning the Tahoe off completely and then restarting the engine.
It worked!
I put it in gear and made my way back out to the road and put my blinker on to turn right on the bridge. I stepped on the gas and...
nothing.
After turning the engine off and restarting, I was able to move it to the shoulder and out of traffic. I called OnStar to do a vehicle diagnostic and almost laughed out loud when they said that the diagnostic showed no problems.HA!
I'm not a mechanic, but I'm pretty sure that when the vehicle won't move, there is a problem. I wasn't thrilled with being on the shoulder of a bridge, with traffic whizzing by inches from my door, so I made it across the bridge by driving 20 feet at a time, turning the Tahoe off, starting it again and then driving another 20 feet.
Good times.
So by this time, Trevor was on his way. When he arrived, he did a once over and for the first time in our marriage did not have a ready solution to a mechanical problem. This is not a dig at his expertise, rather surprise. I mean, duh, he knew it was the transmission and checked a few things but beyond that, he was stumped. We called his brother to come tow us home, and while we were waiting in the dark with our two small children, I was suddenly glad that he has a concealed handgun license. And he's always packing. God bless Texas!
So, to make a long story even longer, we both took Tuesday off from work to tow the Tahoe to a transmission shop (the filter was completely clogged and there was a ton of metal shavings in the pan...whatever that means). They are still working on it, and I am the proud driver a stripped down, white, Ford Taurus.
Whoo hoo.
I can't wait to get my Tahoe back.
(Update: Ouch. It will be $2200 to repair the Tahoe. Praise God for the emergency fund!
6 comments:
That is a great story. I love the "He's always packin." I imagine that you say it with a Texas Twang. Everything I say has a South Carolina Twang....hahaha!!
I totally understand the rental part of your story. I was in an accident back the first part of November and they gave me a 2008 Toyota Prius Hybrid. I called it my spaceship. I was never so happy to have MY car back!!
Wow Xandra, what a story! I think I had your Monday on Tuesday. Having your vehicle stop for no apparent reason is not fun. Our mechanic hasn't figured out what is wrong with ours yet. Luckily, it was our secondary vehicle.
It's wonderful to have a husband that takes care of you, isn't it!
Oh my. Not fun. Think I'll share that with my husband. He has a Texas Tahoe too!
BTW, I got my emailed Virtue Alert and saw you won - congrats!!
And thanks for starting that cool Daily Dose award. I'm a new blogger and the Preacher's Wife gave me a shout-out with her award which gave me a push-start, and now someone else has given it to me "for real".
Come visit my blog sometime - I see you like to read, and I have a recommendation for a great book on there. Your profile of reading everything in sight as a kid reminded me of me!
You poor thing. I'm glad you guys were prepared with the emergency fund!
oh I am so sorry that you had the problem.
As I read your story I was thinking fuel filter (EXPERIENCE)LOL...but metal shavings, OH NO! that is serious. Glad you made it home safe and sound. A white Taurus doesn't sound fun, until you compare it with a black bull. At least you have 4 wheels instead of 4 legs to get you where you need to be!
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