I suppose it’s better to know now than 4hrs down the road… sigh and weep

So we decided we really wanted to go to the next camping event. We started to gather together the things we would need, and purchase some of the rest. I asked my parents if they would do the huge favour of coming and watching over our beasties for the five days we’d be gone and the were awesome enough to say yes. We told the relevant people we were coming and the dimensions of our tent. We were getting ready – we were getting excited – we were forgetting that the universe doesn’t like us very much.

Driving home from getting my meds, and ordering a fuel filter (really needs changing), and getting a few supplies for the tent pole… the ‘Limp Home’ light came on. That is a sign something is really bad and you should ‘limp’ to the nearest garage. It could be something simple, a sensor shorted out, or the shift ratio somehow out of whack – it could also, very easily, (especially on an old truck like ours) mean a part of the transmission is shot.

I don’t have very much time to fiddle around and find out. If we are going there are a million things to do (like clean the house so I and my wife don’t die of shame having my mother stay here) if we are going – can’t do them and tinker with truck. On the other hand if truck isn’t running … well none of the multitude of tasks need to be carried out.

I was seriously hoping I wouldn’t have any issue with the truck for a good long time after finally fixing the whole glow plug, glow plug relay thing. Should have known better. I really don’t know what to do or think. I really have no desire to even open the hood. There is one thing I can check rather easily – and I will very soon. I have already checked the other two really easy things, but unless my ashtray lighter fuse being blown is somehow causing this warning…

I know my parents would say to just bring it to a garage and get it fixed. And that is wonderful of them. Alas – that still means a period of time of indecision, of not knowing, and right now I’m just feeling like it’s less stress to call it off. Also – there is no garage less than forty minutes away, which, if it’s the transmission…. Finally, they have already shelled out so much money for a truck that – well, that they didn’t really think I should buy.

I’m glad I bought alcohol for the camping… because now, I at least have something to drown my sorrows in.

See – aren’t I good at seeing the bright side of things.

Filed under: Homesteading, MIscellaneous, SCA Tagged: camping, event, no go, parents, SCA, truck