When it rains, it pours. I get back from the job de'jour around 9pm, jump in the truck, all looking forward to a little R&R, and the damn thing just quits on me at a stop sign....
I hate mechanical stuff, luckily my roommate was home, and He does that sotr of stuff for a living. So he comes over to take a look (an hour later, in the dark) and we come to the conclusion that it must be something electrical. So I call fow a tow truck, another 45min goes by. Then I finnaly get to head home for a little food and some rest....
what a night....