So the truck saga continues. Mom got a call that put our whole world in a downward spiral. As it turns out the rear end of the truck will need to be replaced. If our live was simple that would mean the mechanic would go to the part store and pick up what he needed install it and we would be fine and dandy.
You all do know that there is nothing ever that easy around here. First, the mechanic is trying to fit our truck in as he is full of appointments. He is one man and he owns one lift. He is doing us good by at least trying to fit us in. Second, Mom’s truck is a 2000 Ford Pick up with a heavy duty rear end that is still all factory parts except the work she just had done on it, the brakes, spark plugs and filters. That means the parts will have to come from a salvage and they will not be easy to find.
Did I mention that the mechanic is busy up to his eyeballs? So Mom decides she will make the calls to locate the parts. After all we need the truck to get to Dallas right?? So call after call … no one has the right rear end. Finally, Mom finds one that can order it and it might come Thursday but it might not get here until Friday. Mom places the order and is praying. In the mean time she decides that if her truck isn’t going to be ready she needs to find another way to get me to Dallas. She has a brilliant plan. She will rent one.
Have you ever tried to rent a truck to actually haul something somewhere. Well, You have two options really. The first is a rental car company. However, buyer beware. In the contract of renting a truck it says you are not allowed to haul anything with it. They don’t even have balls or hitches on their trucks. REALLY??? Yup … Mom tried. Then she called U-Haul. They have to have trucks that can haul things. Yup they have them but they are set up to service one way moves. And according to the guy on the other end of the phone we would have to re rent the truck in Dallas to get to use it to get home and the mileage would be about a 1000 bucks for a trip that long. We can’t afford that.
Okay, that bombed. Who do we know that we can borrow a truck from?? The answer is no one. All of our friends are working class people. Most would gladly allow us to use their truck if we had a vehicle that they could use to get them to and from work while we had it. Well, it we had out truck we wouldn’t need theirs. So that brings us to another issue of insurance. Mom’s insurance will cover her using a rental car to make the trip since our truck is broke down but it will not cover a vehicle owned by an individual.
Yup we are in a bind! Mom is worried. So much so that she called to find out what it would cost for me to draw out. Well, the answer is everything. I can’t even get my stall fees back if I don’t show. Everything we have paid for will be lost if I don’t show up. 500 bucks! And that doesn’t include my hotel and gas but I wouldn’t be out that if I didn’t go.
Mom even swallowed her pride and called her adoptive Mom who gave her a lecture on how I will just have to ride with someone else that is going. As if I hadn’t tried that already. It is hard to get a ride with people when you are one of like 10 kids in the Whole State Going. There is a girl I know that is going but when I called her she said her trailer was full. There is a whole other story their that I wouldn’t get into here, but I did try.
Anyway, Late tonight another option presented itself to me. I pitched the option to Mom and she, being herself, shoot right back at me “At what cost”. She then pointed out that this other option would cost the others involved a high price … one that she doesn’t feel is right for us to ask them to pay. She also pointed out that there would never be away to repay them that cost.
And she didn’t fail to mention that this other option might make other a bit on edge. We don’t travel like, dare I say, “normal” people do. Our travel practices sometimes make others nervous. By that I mean Mom is a minister with blue hair. She is right at home in some pretty colorful parts of town. As a matter of fact when we travel we often find ourselves in Hotels that have other people remarking “You stayed THERE?” Mom is a military brat that has learned to fit in just about anywhere and she expects me to do the same. She doesn’t want me seeing poor or rich as any different. I have seen my Mom in terrible neighborhoods and I have seen her in fancy attire dressed to the nines. Either way she is as natural as can be.
The sad truth is that since Mom no longer works the lower end of things often fits our budget so that is how we travel. We even take a cooler and don’t eat out while on the road. The option that presented its self may include others that are not accustomed to this kind of travel and Mom doesn’t want to have to bare the burden of them being uncomfortable the entire trip. I understand Mom’s worries. In the end she said she would Pray on it. Honestly, I don’t know what is going to happen.