First of all to set the tone of the story, my mom's '96 Taurus had the transmission go out on it on Friday afternoon and she won't get it back until Wednesday, and according to "Bob's transmissions" that's a good $1600 rebuild.
Okay, so a bunch of us were meeting up in Texas to go ride some warm waters. I had to drive myself because I had to leave later than everyone else. I get halfway through Oklahoma, and my transmission explodes......literally. It will go into gears without the use of the clutch, so it's pretty much f*****. So I'm sitting on the side of I-35 in the middle of nowhere waiting for this towtruck to come tow me back to Wichita. I sat there for 3 hours waiting for "Toby" to come get me in the dark. My mom thought I was joking that the tow truck driver's name was Tow-by, haha. Yeah. We spent who knows how many conversations on the phone trying to find out where I was because I didn't even know much less know how to tell Toby. Finally I get out of my car, walk to the nearest highway sign like a mile away to tell Toby where I was. He finally gets there and we drive to the nearest gas station which conveniently also has a casino!!! What is in the gas stall next to my poor old broken mustang, but a brand new '05 Mustang!! It's like God was mocking me and thinking this was funny. I get my Pringles and Mt. Dew and Toby the towtruck driver and I hit the road. We didn't have much to talk about at the begining of the trip, but man, Toby had a lot of knowledge to share. I now know that Pauls Valley, Oklahoma, where good 'ol Toby is from, is actually named after a guy named Smith Paul! Wow! We get to Oklahoma City and Toby took the wrong highway north, so I got a brief tour of 23rd St. in OKC. Got to see the capital building that cost $40mil. according to Toby. Apparently I am the farthest tow Toby has ever had to do in all his years in the Wrecker business. That made me feel great. Toby also owns a salvage yard and I now know that all the cars you see on the side of the highway are abandoned with little orange flags on the antennas that the highway patrol puts there as a warning that if you don't come get your car they're gonna tow it to a salvage yard. We stopped just outside of OKC to get more gas and, only in Oklahoma would you see this, but a guy in a black cowboy hat gets out of a truck that is pulling a trailer that is making sheep noises. Not exactly sure what was in that trailer, but sheep is a good guess. I walked outside the convenient store and heard, "baaa, baaa." Whatever. I am proud to say, I introduced Toby to his first wakeboard!
He had never seen one before. Toby and I pretty much talked about everything from diesel engines to old movies, and riding in Toby's tow truck was like riding in the old school buses where you sit in the back because it's really bumpy. Holy s***, the tow truck needs some suspension work. Wow is all I can say. What an experience. Thank God for good 'ol Toby getting me back home safe and sound. I have no vehicle for 3 days, niether does mom, so we're walking to the nearest grocery store tomorrow to buy filets and salmon to have a cookout to celebrate being carless.
And I'm tellin' ya, when it rains it f***ing poors!
Oh, yeah and the whole reason for this trip for me was to hang out with some cool fellow wakeboarders, and because I just got a 2005 Hyperlite State that I was just itchin' to try out! Now it might be awhile before that happens.
(Message edited by hyperchick05 on March 19, 2005)
(Message edited by hyperchick05 on March 19, 2005)
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