Well, well, well. Shall I dispense with the bad news first, or the good? How 'bout the good, yes?
It was a beautiful day today. I awoke feeling rested, caught some of the Argentina vs. Germany World Cup game while getting ready, and headed off to work on schedule. Klamath Lake was a gorgeous landscape of still waters and reflections of puffy clouds and green mountains. It was nice and toasty in the car, and I couldn't help smiling as I buzzed down the highway listening to Postal Service, Bloc Party, Matt Pond PA, and Death Cab for Cutie. Good times. Good times.
It wasn't until I walked out of unnamed place X in unnamed town Y to see the front end of my car in quite a shambles. Turns out the gentleman parked next to me in his extended cab long-bed F250 cut it a little to close while pulling out of the parking spot next to me, and ripped off my front bumper. I arrived to find it hanging by a corner, looking quite sad. I thought to myself, "Wow! What crazy fortune I am having this trip." and cordially exchanged insurance information with the fellow.
After bungee cording my bumper to the rest of the vehicle, I proceeded with my day's work. I thought it would give Maree a kick to tell her that someone ran over the front of my car and that it was God's way of telling me I needed to replace my front right turn signal. We both had a laugh, and since I was roaming at the time, I got off the phone and went along my merry way. No ripped off bumper was going to ruin my fun; that's what bungee cords are for anyways.
My fun was to last only a minute or two after hanging up with Maree. All of a sudden my entire car died. I'm going 70mph on I-5 and the pup just shuts off. I try to reboot, nada. I pop the clutch to force the engine to spin, nada. I coast to a stop on the shoulder, and she's dead as a doornail. First thing I check is the alternator, since it was the last change to the system. It's still there, plugs plugged in, belt firmly in place. I noticed that the clip that secures the wiring harness to the alternator had lost its nut and was hanging loosely, but this should not be a problem since it is only a mount and not electrically charged. Next in my mind are the fuses. I pull all the ones under the dash out, and they're solid. Next I go hunting about in the engine compartment looking for the larger fuses, and I locate the bugger. It's the main 60 amp fuse in the fuse block and she's toast.
Luckily we went kaput right next to an exit, and now I've got a hotel room, four, make that three, Budweisers left, some BBQ potato chips, and a plan. I'm going to hoof it two miles down to the NAPA parts store tomorrow morning and get another fuse and a nut to resecure the wiring harness. Hopefully I'll be on my way. Until then, she sits alone, abandoned on the side of the interstate, wondering where I am and when I'm coming back.
Until then, I'm gonna kick back, have some beers and smoke some cigarettes. And damn if the Comfort Inn ain't nice. With its real wood furniture, kitchenette, and free shampoo. Word! Wish me luck! :)