Dax Montana has a funny story about getting run over by his own truck. This reminds me a lot about the Wonderful Spouse and the old GMC.
I suppose I must start this off by telling of the work that had gone into the truck to get it ready for inspection. WS had replaced the starter and the cab mounts, braised in metal for flooring (the entire floorboard had rotted out), done various repairs to numerous body parts and God knows what else.
He finished the work on a Sunday, took it in to the shop the next Wednesday, and was surprised happy to find that it passed inspection for yet another year. We decided to take that GMC truck to a party that Saturday. About the only reason that I went to that particular party was to drive home, since we were sure that WS was going to get tanked. He did, and I did, and all was fine - until the next morning.
WS was going into town, so he jumped into the truck, and it wouldn't start; it wouldn't even turn over. WS was a little hot about having put in the new starter, and it not doing it's job. He got out and tried to jump the starter, while he was lying under the truck. The GMC would turn over, but not catch, so he pumped the heck out of the gas peddal and tried jumping it from under the hood.
The truck roared to life and WS jumped off the truck, when VROOOOM, it went careening down the driveway in reverse - picking up speed the whole time. I happened to be looking out the window at this time, and laughed as WS chased the truck down the driveway. There was no way he could catch it and it was headed perilously close to the utility pole by the street. Fortunately, the truck missed the pole but jumped the guy wire, slammed into the ditch and started for the road. At this point, the front tires got stuck on the rock wall, which was next to the guy wire. The truck sat there maddly spinning its back tires at the edge of the pavement. WS finally caught up to it and shut it down.
The best that he could figure out was that the shift lever had stuck between Park and Reverse (it was an automatic) when I parked it. Then when the Wonderful Spouse got it started, for some reason it clunked fully into Reverse and the accelerator stuck wide open.
The result was that both cab mounts broke (again), so the truck was in little better shape than it had been prior to all of his work on it. The incident pissed him off so badly that he promptly sold the truck to a friend and bought another beater to get around in.
We were just thankful that the truck didn't start while he was under it trying to jump the starter. It was also nice that it didn't take out the utility pole. There was some bad luck going on, with just enough good luck to make it laughable - now.
Considering every time WS has these kind of things happen to him, I have to ask, was the neighbor across the street watching him during THIS escapade as well?
Posted by: Wichi Dude | November 10, 2003 at 09:39 PM
I don't think we had any neighbors at that time (we've only had close neighbors for the last 6 years). I am sure that is the only reason that the neighbor didn't witness this escapade though!
Posted by: bogie | November 10, 2003 at 11:25 PM