Wake-up call
Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 11:58 pm
Yesterday, I drove my 1981 Chevy C-10 short-bed pickup the 30 miles up to
Tucson to get a cooler full of frozen goodies from Trader Joe's. On the way back, just before I turned off I-19 to get to my neighborhood, the temperature gauge shot past the limit, accompanied by strange noises. I pulled into my driveway and shut off the engine. I figured I'd cooked the rebuilt engine, and would now have to rely solely on my scooters for transportation. Strangely, I experienced a sense of peace, No sweat; groceries were available locally, and both my Stella and my Vespa P200E have adequate carrying capacity, and my wife has her own Toyota RAV-4 to get her to work and back. If I have to use the Chevy as a lawn ornament and rely solely on the scooters, no big deal. As it turned out, the truck needed only a new alternator belt, but now I know that a 12-15-mpg cage is not a necessity. Is this the definition of an epiphany?
Tucson to get a cooler full of frozen goodies from Trader Joe's. On the way back, just before I turned off I-19 to get to my neighborhood, the temperature gauge shot past the limit, accompanied by strange noises. I pulled into my driveway and shut off the engine. I figured I'd cooked the rebuilt engine, and would now have to rely solely on my scooters for transportation. Strangely, I experienced a sense of peace, No sweat; groceries were available locally, and both my Stella and my Vespa P200E have adequate carrying capacity, and my wife has her own Toyota RAV-4 to get her to work and back. If I have to use the Chevy as a lawn ornament and rely solely on the scooters, no big deal. As it turned out, the truck needed only a new alternator belt, but now I know that a 12-15-mpg cage is not a necessity. Is this the definition of an epiphany?