Truck Broke Down at the Side of the Road

Today, Cassady and I decided we would like to go to the Draper Temple. We hopped into my '99 Dodge Ram pick up with 256,000+ miles on it and headed up Sun Crest. It wasn't until my brakes went out and we could smell the overpowering stench of burning car parts that we realized we were in trouble. Mind you the brakes on the piece of junk I drive have gone out before, so, in reality, I wasn't all too shocked. We clearly were not going to slow down in time to make the turn we needed to so we drove onward!! Eventually I was able to pull off into some random neighborhood, put the E-Brake on and called mother. Mother said that she would call grandpa who is genius with these things, but grandpa doesn't have a cell phone and was out and about the town.

Then we just decided what the heck and walked the next two miles to the Draper Temple. Which was lovely.

Two hours later we find ourselves sitting on a road barrier next to a stop sign, waiting for my grandparents to come bail us out of what I like to call a minor 'detour'.

My grandpa who is old and wise and has a plethora of knowledge when it comes to cars hopped in my truck, put it 1st gear, and coasted behind us down Sun Crest. Which is like a death hill. Me and my bro ride our bikes down it for fun, and basically you can get going 40mph (on bicycle) with no brakes, and pray that you don't get speed wobble. It's way fun. However, driving down it in a car, you need brakes. It's certainly not ideal to not have them. Luckily in 1st gear you can keep yourself slow enough without using them, which I wasn't aware of before the mishap.

And we and the truck got home in safety.

In conclusion I really need to marry a man who knows how to fix cars, because honestly I find myself broken down all the time on the side of the road with that big green truck of mine, and if it weren't for my grand daddy I sure as heck have no idea how I'd get anywhere. I'd probably be really good friends with the tow truck man and I'd also probably be really poor due to repair costs.

So dear future husband, you better be a grease monkey. Because if you're some pansie who doesn't know how to get his hands dirty underneath the hood of a car --

No Deal.