Last week we got a call from our girl who was on her way back to school after Thanksgiving, "Mama, my truck died". OK. It's not an accident. You're not hurt. You're safe. Thank you, Jesus. But it's dark and you are in the mountains, 10 miles from the closest town. These are all thoughts that flitted through my mind the first 2 seconds of our phone call.
It's a blessing that she even had cell service and was able to call. She said she had one bar on her phone. She was an hour and a half from the ranch and 40 minutes from her grandparents. She called a friend who happened to be in that town for Thanksgiving and she picked her up and took her and Harvey halfway to my in-laws and Grandpa picked her up from there. She had a safe place to stay the night and Granny's cooking to fill her tummy and we could rest easy until morning.
When she first described her trouble, I told her that it sounded like the alternator. I don't know a whole lot about the mechanical aspects of vehicles, but I know a little bit. When she talked to her Daddy, he came to the same conclusion, but we couldn't be completely sure until we looked at it. This was a Saturday night, but thankfully, auto parts stores are open fairly early on Sunday mornings.
We left early and drove 100 miles where we met her and Grandpa at her truck.
The wind was absolutely howling through those mountain canyons, but grandpa and DH assessed the situation
DH jumped her truck and we all drove into town. The auto parts people said they had to charge the battery an that it would take about an hour and that we should go to McDonald's and eat breakfast. Grandpa said that he had eaten breakfast at 4 a.m. and we had grabbed a banana before we left the house, but we all sat and visited over coffee and DH and I splurged on egg mcmuffins. We all knew it didn't take that long to charge the battery, but we tried to be amicable with the auto parts employees. When we returned they said the battery was good, but they couldn't get a good reading on the alternator. We could tell the fella doing the testing wasn't very knowledgeable. He told us to just drive it and come back if we had trouble. Ummm...not helping.
So we went to a second auto parts store and bought an alternator. Merry Christmas kiddo! :)
The employee there was much more helpful although when DD took the old alternator back a few hours later, they wouldn't credit her the $10 because they had to put it back on the same credit card we had used to pay and we had already headed back home. Still, DH's handy skills came to the rescue again as he removed the old alternator and installed the new one:
And DD got a 'new to her' Lazy Boy recliner as a bonus.
My inlaws had purchased new ones. DS will pick his recliner up when he comes home for Christmas. So, all's well, ends well! I think Harvey's liking the idea of having a new recliner! :)