Yesterday was going to be a normal day. I was going shopping for all my Thanksgiving needs. I made one stop. That was WalMart. I got all the basics I needed there and then went to my daughter’s to pick up a high chair. Yes, I’m a grandma that does not have a high chair. Neither did mine so I’m following a tradition. Since we will have one that is the size for it, I’m borrowing my daughter’s. She lives in another town about 10 miles from where I live. I had no problems at all getting to her house and I made it back to Sam’s to try to finish my shopping for the day. This is where my day turned south.
I did my shopping at Sam’s and went through the checkout just to be told that my card was declined. That has never happened to me. I was not a happy camper. The problem was I didn’t have time to get it straightened out at the bank because my son’s car would not start and he needed a jump. That was me.
So I hopped on I90 to scoot over to my daughter’s, which is where my son is currently staying. That’s another story.
There is approximately 6 miles from the Sam’s Club to their house. I was about a mile away from the exit for their town WHEN IT HAPPENED. In a split second, I felt a slight vibration, saw in my peripheral vision a black speck on the highway and heard a loud boom. Then there was another horrendous noise that took me a couple of seconds to recognize. My muffler was gone. But that wasn’t the only thing.
I didn’t want to slam on my brakes because the holiday traffic was extremely heavy. By the time I got the car stopped, I knew what it was. My drive shaft had exploded…literally. I hit my hazard lights and I was on the phone before I even got out of the car. This is the conversation minus certain words.
Me: May I speak to my husband? A few seconds later he’s on the phone.
Hubs: What’s going on?
Me: Bring the truck, the trailer and pick me up. I’m on I90 about a mile away from our daughter’s.
Me: The drive shaft blew apart at 65mph. It also took out the muffler. (That he just put on last
Hubs: %$&^!!! What the hell happened?
Me: I was driving and there was this loud boom. The muffler is lying on the ground behind the car along
with the connector.
Hubs: What the %$&^!!!
Me: Are you coming?
Hubs: Yes. I’m leaving now.
By this time, a state police car had arrived to save the day. So I had an experience today that was a first for me. I rode in the back of a police car. The only other time I had been in a police car was about 31 years ago when I was in an accident and I sat in the front seat with the cop to give him my statement. Otherwise, in my 48 years on this planet, I’ve never been in one. Let’s just say I found this amusing. Another first for me. Yay me!
The good thing about 4WD is what you can do with it. In this case, my husband removed 4 bolts, and I locked it into 4High and drove it home. It was a little noisy with no muffler. So now my car is in the garage, once again. Where I hope it will soon be on its merry way again. What a day!!!