And you know what that means.
This could have turned out quite badly.
Turns out it wasn't the U joint at all. It was a bad combination of disintegrated shocks and a tire separation.
OO that's a good one. Lemme do that again. Everybody, sing along!
A bad combination
of disintegrated shocks
and a tire separation!
The shiny new shock absorbers didn't quite fix it. That suspicious little bulge in the right rear tire seemed...suspicious. People, always be on guard for a suspicious bulge.
I got the truck limped over to the tire shop this morning. It didn't make much trouble until we got going and everything got warm. Then, baboomba baboomba. I went reeeaalll slooowwww.
I love the tire shop. The building is old but carefully painted. They have shiny chrome rims hanging from the ceiling beam. Instead of nekkid skanky broads they have posters of 32 Ford Hi-boy roadsters. They are all polite, well mannered, and funny. They are killer cute. I kid you not. You should see the arms on these guys.
As a side note, wanna know just another reason why I love my husband? He specifically said, you should go to Cute Mike's tire shop. What a sweet man.
So the guys rolled my lopsided tire over to show me. I told them I was really glad that I say my prayers every night.
This could have turned out so badly. I'd like to think I'm smart enough to know when to stop driving. Sometimes you just need to park it until you can afford to fix it, because the alternative is a nasty wreck and those are best avoided.
In this picture you can see the new snow tire, the shiny new exhaust pipe- remember that?- and those spanky new yellow shock absorbers.
Next week I get to go back and buy the other tire. One more trip to Cute Mike's. One more $160 chunk. Can I stop spending money on you now, Mothertrucker?