man i am ready for this to be over. it started about six weeks ago when my pops had a minor stroke. luckily he will make a full recovery. then my boss and i got into it and i got fired. a week later i was comming up to a stop light and hit a slick spot on the pavement and rear ended a little old lady and her grand daughter, it was a fender bender and no one was hurt. come to find out ndot has been recoating the asphalt with a new crack inhibitor and it's slick. the cop said fender benders are rampant. he gave me a minor citation and that was that. then saturday night my truck was stolen with all of my goodies in the back. that thread is under general diesel topics. sunday afternoon i went out to get something to eat and my motorcycle (now my only transportation) is dead in the water. I walked two miles to denny's to get something to eat and blow off steam. this morning I go out to diagnose the bike and i remember i have no tools here because they are all in the truck that was stolen. so i grab my daughters bike which is two sizes to small and head off to my storage unit to get some tools. half way to the storage unit the left pedal fell off of the bike. attempts at a road side repair were futile so i half way pedaled the bike to the storage unit a mile and a half away. once at the storage unit i repair the pedal and pick up the needed tools for the cycle repairs. i head back to the house and chase electrical problems all over my bike until the battery decides it's had enough fun with me and finally dies completely. I call the motorcycle parts place and they had a new battery for the bike so back on my daughter's bike i go off to get the new battery. i pay the nice man for the new battery, drop it in my back pack and head back to the house. about a mile from the cycle parts place some guy pulls out of a driveway without looking and knocks me flat as a fritter on the side of tropicana blvd. i got up chuckling and checked my pack and the bike for damage. other than being sore from the grill of his suv i was fine. his grill was another story. he apologized and I said I was no worse for wear and told him to call it even. back on the bike I go. i finally arrive home and install the battery and lo and behold the honda comes to life! man i need to go on a bender or something

 

I feel your pain and like me, there's got to be a hit country music song in there somewhere. At least your dog didn't die.yet




All you can do is lift your eyes and look down the road to better times.

 

at least you didnt get a flat on the bike. i feel your pain, some times it seems like if its not one thing its ten more. hope things start going your way.

oh and about the truck, maybe you could get a 3rd gen now and not have to deal with your vp44 luck. 3 in 150k, do you ever get a break?

 

If its any consolation your story made me laugh at least the flat as a fritter part. I know it must suck but in ten years you will look back and laugh at this whole week. Thing will get better.

 

It's good that you can keep the positive attitude during all this. You know, God won't put more on you than you can handle and it looks like you did good. I've been having bad luck lately, although not as bad as yours, and told my wife that I must be getting punished for something. She jumped all over me. You see, 5 years ago she came down with brain cancer and went through it like a champ and said that if she didn't have the right to feel self pitty then I SURE didn't have the right just because my tranny, fuel pump and vacuum pump went within 1 mth of each other. Kind of put things in perspective for me.

 

I hear ya Jason, feels like your inside of one of those buildings that the implode and all the junk falls on you. We are there now too.

 

well the first vp and lift pump were under warrenty. I guess you can't call that bad luck. really i don't hold a grudge against the vp44's, i must be a glutton for punishment!

keep smilin' guys!