glass....
So, halftime came and I jumped in the truck to go pick up the pizzas. It was a normal trip, I ground a few gears as I shifted, but I am getting much better at shifting this old truck. I ran into the restaurant got the pizzas and was back in the truck in no time. I pulled out of the parking lot and noticed I kind of rolled through the stop sign. I really didn't think much about it, there was no traffic and I stopped, eventually. I drove around the block to get back to the main road and hit a red light. I hate hitting red lights in the truck because you have to come to a complete stop before you can shift down and lots of times the light has already changed and everyone behind you is waiting.
Well, I hit the brakes and didn't stop.
At least not until I was dead center in the intersection. Thank goodness I was the first at the intersection and no one was speeding through. I shifted and pulled through, wondering what I had done wrong. I had 4 more stop lights before I made it home and I needed to get this figured out. The next stop light was coming up and it was red. I was driving really slow and I hit the brakes, nothing. I pumped the brakes, nothing. The light turned green and the line in front of me moved before I ever made it to the intersection, and I drove slowly through. The same thing happened at the remaining 3 intersections (someone was sure watching out for me that day) and I made it to my neighborhood shaking but in one piece.
I was going really slowly, but when I got to our driveway I felt like I was going too fast and we had several extra cars in the driveway, I didn't want to wreck my truck. So, I drove down the street, turned around at the end of the road and headed back. I still felt uncomfortable pulling into the driveway so I pulled in front of my bother in law's truck...and didn't stop until I was sitting in front of the neighbor's driveway, blocking their cars. No problem, I backup up a little. But it was a problem because the truck kept backing up and was getting closer and closer to my brother in law's truck, I just knew I was going to back into it. Again, someone was watching out for me because I stopped just inches from making impact. I grabbed the pizzas and wobbled into the house.
"Why didn't you park in the driveway?" Dave asked when I came through the door.
I burst into tears and told him the whole story. He went outside to check. One of my brake lines has split and leaked all the brake fluid. By the time I got to the restaurant, all the fluid had leaked out and I had no brakes left.
So, the truck is parked for the winter. We will worry about brakes in the spring. And after I stopped crying I had a drink. I needed it after that.
So, halftime came and I jumped in the truck to go pick up the pizzas. It was a normal trip, I ground a few gears as I shifted, but I am getting much better at shifting this old truck. I ran into the restaurant got the pizzas and was back in the truck in no time. I pulled out of the parking lot and noticed I kind of rolled through the stop sign. I really didn't think much about it, there was no traffic and I stopped, eventually. I drove around the block to get back to the main road and hit a red light. I hate hitting red lights in the truck because you have to come to a complete stop before you can shift down and lots of times the light has already changed and everyone behind you is waiting.
Well, I hit the brakes and didn't stop.
At least not until I was dead center in the intersection. Thank goodness I was the first at the intersection and no one was speeding through. I shifted and pulled through, wondering what I had done wrong. I had 4 more stop lights before I made it home and I needed to get this figured out. The next stop light was coming up and it was red. I was driving really slow and I hit the brakes, nothing. I pumped the brakes, nothing. The light turned green and the line in front of me moved before I ever made it to the intersection, and I drove slowly through. The same thing happened at the remaining 3 intersections (someone was sure watching out for me that day) and I made it to my neighborhood shaking but in one piece.
I was going really slowly, but when I got to our driveway I felt like I was going too fast and we had several extra cars in the driveway, I didn't want to wreck my truck. So, I drove down the street, turned around at the end of the road and headed back. I still felt uncomfortable pulling into the driveway so I pulled in front of my bother in law's truck...and didn't stop until I was sitting in front of the neighbor's driveway, blocking their cars. No problem, I backup up a little. But it was a problem because the truck kept backing up and was getting closer and closer to my brother in law's truck, I just knew I was going to back into it. Again, someone was watching out for me because I stopped just inches from making impact. I grabbed the pizzas and wobbled into the house.
"Why didn't you park in the driveway?" Dave asked when I came through the door.
I burst into tears and told him the whole story. He went outside to check. One of my brake lines has split and leaked all the brake fluid. By the time I got to the restaurant, all the fluid had leaked out and I had no brakes left.
So, the truck is parked for the winter. We will worry about brakes in the spring. And after I stopped crying I had a drink. I needed it after that.
Blackberry Cobbler
6 blackberries
1 tsp. confectioner's Swerve, or several drops of stevia
dash of vanilla
2 oz. spiced rum
sparkling water, I used blackberry but lime would be good too
Place blackberries in a glass, add sweetener and vanilla. Muddle the blackberries until completely crushed. Add rum and top off with sparkling water, stir carefully. Top with ice and enjoy.
Makes 1 drink
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September 25, 2020 Sunrise 7:44 am Sunset 7:38 pm Temp. H 48/ L 37°F
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