Look at the Perfect Tow Vehicle! She’s smiling again!
I love you, PTV! I'm glad your smile is back!
The PTV is not the only one smiling!
Thank God, the mystery is solved!
Yesterday afternoon I decided that today I would concentrate on finding out why the PTV was having intermittent starting problems. I called up Ivan at the firing range and postponed my first class. I explained the situation and he was very understanding, saying I could come by any Tuesday for my one-on-one gun safety lesson.
I’m up and out the door by 6:45 a.m. crossing my fingers that I’ll be able to drive (rather than be towed) to the garage. The PTV starts right up. I go straight to the garage. A different guy is there. I explain the entire scenario and we look at the engine together. He suggests I take it to a dealer. “We aren’t equipped to do the kind of diagnostics you need.”
Off to the dealer I go, trepidation in my heart.
I’m reluctant to go to dealers. I remind myself that this particular dealer has a long and outstanding reputation in Athens. The repair shop guy is very courteous and professional as we discuss what the PTV has been doing and what has been tried already. He types up a repair order for a “multi-point vehicle inspection.”
I go to the waiting room and try not to listen to the latest politician sex scandal being discussed on the television.
Remember the days when musak played everywhere?
It curdled your brain with its inocuous musical selections. Now we listen to somebody denying or apologizing for behaving badly. I don’t know which is worse! Anyway. About two hours later, the doctor –er, the repair shop guy — comes into the waiting room and tells me the problem was located and fixed. I nearly jump for joy!
“Get to the point, woman! What was wrong with the PTV?!!”
The diagnosis? “Vehicle will not crank due to shift cable out of adjustment.” Simultaneously flabbergasted and jubilant, I write a check for $142 and leave smiling. I’m confused as to why I didn’t feel it wasn’t shifting properly, but I chalk it up to me not being familar with the PTV. This is one time I’m not going to over-analyze and just be happy my confidence in the PTV has been restored!
PTV, I love you!
A short distance from the dealership I see gas at $3.57 a gallon. I pull in and pump $60 worth of gasoline into her belly and away we go on down the road. I stop and pick up a carton of rainbow sherbet and two Redbox movies. We head home to celebrate. I feel like the tires are barely touching the asphalt!
Thanks to everyone who offered suggestions.
Your concern is appreciated.
Geez, maybe things will get back to normal around here.
A shift cable needing adjustment . . .
Whoda thunkit!
rvsue
rvsue and her canine crew 