On The Road Again!! Car Repairs Done

Hi Ho Silverhorners!! Welcome back to the View From Silverhorn Mountain, and what a fine day it is today here at the lodge.

The lodge 4X4 has been acting up for a little while...oh say maybe for the last hmmmm....seven or eight months and it finally gave up the ghost earlier this week, resulting in some consternation, frustration and swearwordastion from yours truly.

So today I got up bright and early and headed off to the auto parts stores to stock up on a bunch of parts to swap out until I found the one that I needed to get the old Tracker back on the trail.

I learned one thing quickly, not many places carry parts for Chevrolet Trackers, surprisingly, not even the dealer who sold it to me oh so many years ago. However, all was not lost, as I found all but one thing at the Suzuki dealership and got the last at the NAPA store in town. Until today, I thought NAPA stood for North American People Association. I often wondered why they had such a big office here on Silverhorn Mountain....I gotta get out more...

So I boogied home in the wife's vehicle, and popped the hood on the old Tracker, and started ripping out stuff and sticking new stuff in until I ran out of new stuff. I made that sound very easy didn't I? In actual fact there was a great deal of cursing, dropping stuff, swearing, staring at the engine, cursing again, and breaking of tools and stuff then some heavy duty praying... which may have helped more than the cursing and swearing....I got her done...(the Tracker, not 'her' she had sense enough to stay far away)

After it was all over, I rounded up the spare parts, and old parts, put them all in a grocery bag which I dropped somewhere in the garage, and put all my tools back in their respective places, which means in a pile on the workbench. The with a certain amount of trepidation I got behind the wheel and put the key in the ignition... with a deep breath I turned the key and the little engine roared to life. Yippee!! I backed out of the driveway on to the road, dropped her into first gear and stepped on the gas...it was then I realized I had forgotten to put the hood down and I couldn't see...fortunately, for me, no deer or moose were crossing the road, and there hasn't been a tractor trailer rig on this road since the bridge washed out. Unfortunately, there was a family of racoons....

There is a great feeling of satisfaction to fixing one's own stuff, so to speak, and I have finally experienced that feeling, as I do believe I have fixed a vehicle, it runs...I am going out in it now...going to go down the mountain, and up the mountain, the wind blowing through my hair with all the windows open singing Born To Be Wild...(no radio, I fried the electronics a few years ago installing speakers)

So I am off!! Catch you later Silverhorners! If you see me wave!!

Oh don't worry...I didn't hit them...


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Hi...um...Silverhorners...this is the Mrs...you know...the wife...as my husband likes to call me in this...um travesty he calls a blog...If anyone sees him, could you be so kind as to let us know, he left here this afternoon in his Tracker and hasn't come back...we did get a garbled cell phone message from him, we think he was saying he was broke down...but he was cursing so much he forgot to say where he was....and now his phone appears to be dead....