Ridealot
03-01-2006, 10:52 PM
What was I thinking trying to be a nice guy? My wifes car was in the shop, so being a great husband I told her she could drive my pickup the 40 mile round trip to her work. Now my wife is 5' nothin and my pickup is a full size 4x4 extracab.
For a little background. My wife don't like my truck and my truck don't like her. Reason 1- She can't park the thing in under a 1/2 acre. Reason 2- Last summer she drove my truck so that I could put tires on her car. An old guy with diabetic problems crashed right in front of her and she ended up T-boning the poor Schmuck into next week. My 15 year old truck did not have one single dent before this and only a couple of rock chips. I may have voiced my displeasure at the crashed condition of my truck a couple of times to her. I ended up spending a couple grand to have my truck fixed and completely repainted so that it looks new again.
Last night as I was leaving work I got a call from her. Thats never a good thing. First thing she says is that the truck is O.K. but that she is sitting on the side of the Freeway with a flat tire. I was just leaving work on my K11 so I tell her I will be there in about 15-20 minutes and change the tire. As I pull up behind my truck I park back aways and leave the 4 way flashers on. The spare tire is underneath the truck so I take my helmet and jacket and set them in the truck. I also didn't want to smash my cell phone so I set that inside the truck as well. About 30 minutes later and the tire is changed. I throw the jack and flat tire in the back of the bed. As I'm getting my helmet and jacket on I tell my wife not to lolly gag around when she enters traffic but to get up to speed quickly.
I walk back to my bike and get on. I try to start it and all I hear is click- click-click. The battery is a 1 year old odyssey. I can't believe the flashers killed the battery that fast. I figure no problem, there are jumper cables in the truck. Just as I'm getting off the bike my wife sees an opening in traffic and does just as I told her. She sticks her itty bitty little foot to the floor, throws rocks all over me, and roars off down the freeway. At first I'm thinking, she'll look back and see I'm off the bike and pull over. As the truck shifts into third at around 75 mph her itty bitty little foot was still to the floor and accelerating. I'm starting to think she aint a looking back.
I reach for my cell phone to call her so she can come back and give me a jump start. Thats when it occurs to me that the phone is still in the truck. Well this sucks. After looking down the freeway long after my truck is out of sight I realize that I have my handy dandy Aerostitch jumpers in the tall trunk. I get them out and stand there holding them up and down at the passing traffic like a retard. In barely any time some nice guy pulled over and gave me a jump start. I put everything away and take off for home. Unfortunately jump starting the bike screwed up the ABS. When I got home my wife asked me what took so long to get home. Nothin Honey.
So now I get to fix the ABS on my bike. The truck tire had a huge bolt in it and needs replaced.
Yessiree, this being a good husband crap is getting really expensive. Next time her car is in the shop I'm just going to pay for a rental car for her to drive.
For a little background. My wife don't like my truck and my truck don't like her. Reason 1- She can't park the thing in under a 1/2 acre. Reason 2- Last summer she drove my truck so that I could put tires on her car. An old guy with diabetic problems crashed right in front of her and she ended up T-boning the poor Schmuck into next week. My 15 year old truck did not have one single dent before this and only a couple of rock chips. I may have voiced my displeasure at the crashed condition of my truck a couple of times to her. I ended up spending a couple grand to have my truck fixed and completely repainted so that it looks new again.
Last night as I was leaving work I got a call from her. Thats never a good thing. First thing she says is that the truck is O.K. but that she is sitting on the side of the Freeway with a flat tire. I was just leaving work on my K11 so I tell her I will be there in about 15-20 minutes and change the tire. As I pull up behind my truck I park back aways and leave the 4 way flashers on. The spare tire is underneath the truck so I take my helmet and jacket and set them in the truck. I also didn't want to smash my cell phone so I set that inside the truck as well. About 30 minutes later and the tire is changed. I throw the jack and flat tire in the back of the bed. As I'm getting my helmet and jacket on I tell my wife not to lolly gag around when she enters traffic but to get up to speed quickly.
I walk back to my bike and get on. I try to start it and all I hear is click- click-click. The battery is a 1 year old odyssey. I can't believe the flashers killed the battery that fast. I figure no problem, there are jumper cables in the truck. Just as I'm getting off the bike my wife sees an opening in traffic and does just as I told her. She sticks her itty bitty little foot to the floor, throws rocks all over me, and roars off down the freeway. At first I'm thinking, she'll look back and see I'm off the bike and pull over. As the truck shifts into third at around 75 mph her itty bitty little foot was still to the floor and accelerating. I'm starting to think she aint a looking back.
I reach for my cell phone to call her so she can come back and give me a jump start. Thats when it occurs to me that the phone is still in the truck. Well this sucks. After looking down the freeway long after my truck is out of sight I realize that I have my handy dandy Aerostitch jumpers in the tall trunk. I get them out and stand there holding them up and down at the passing traffic like a retard. In barely any time some nice guy pulled over and gave me a jump start. I put everything away and take off for home. Unfortunately jump starting the bike screwed up the ABS. When I got home my wife asked me what took so long to get home. Nothin Honey.
So now I get to fix the ABS on my bike. The truck tire had a huge bolt in it and needs replaced.
Yessiree, this being a good husband crap is getting really expensive. Next time her car is in the shop I'm just going to pay for a rental car for her to drive.