Last week we drove down to Ohio from Minnesota to pick up a 66 Chevelle. Things were going smoothly In Illinois until we got 6 miles from the Indiana border. Just as it got dark a large doe jumped in front of my truck and I hit her at 70 mph dead center. Immediatetly the air bags exploded and the antifreeze and tranny fluid sprayed from under the hood. I made it off the freeway and coasted down the ramp. I had enough speed to make a turn into an old neighborhood when the truck would no longer move. We got out to survey the damage while wondering the the heck to do. A gal came out of a house and asked if we were serial killers, I told her I was trying to quit.
She said her cousin was the Sheriff and she would give him a call. He showed up and after filling out the report told me I had to move my truck off the street. The gal then said I could park my truck and trailer in her long driveway. I told her the truck wouldn't move. She said she had a nephew that might be able to push it. I said call him and tell him I'll give him $50 to move me 30 feet. Soon after he shows up in a huge front end loader and moved the truck into the driveway. The gal drove us to a motel and I spent a sleepless night wondering how I would get my truck and a 20 foot trailer home. The next morning I called to get a rental car and they were all gone. I decided to take a cab back to the truck and survey the damages. We called a local junk yard and located a radiator. We took ours out and took a cab to the junk yard. We got the parts and on the cab ride back we stopped and got tranny fluid, anti freeze and duct tape. We got the radiator to sit in the support and duct taped the headlights in place and taped the hood closed. We fillled the fluids and proceded to pick up the Chevelle in Ohio. We made it home the following day. All this for some beat up old rusty Chevelle. People think I'm nuts but I figured you guys would understand.
She said her cousin was the Sheriff and she would give him a call. He showed up and after filling out the report told me I had to move my truck off the street. The gal then said I could park my truck and trailer in her long driveway. I told her the truck wouldn't move. She said she had a nephew that might be able to push it. I said call him and tell him I'll give him $50 to move me 30 feet. Soon after he shows up in a huge front end loader and moved the truck into the driveway. The gal drove us to a motel and I spent a sleepless night wondering how I would get my truck and a 20 foot trailer home. The next morning I called to get a rental car and they were all gone. I decided to take a cab back to the truck and survey the damages. We called a local junk yard and located a radiator. We took ours out and took a cab to the junk yard. We got the parts and on the cab ride back we stopped and got tranny fluid, anti freeze and duct tape. We got the radiator to sit in the support and duct taped the headlights in place and taped the hood closed. We fillled the fluids and proceded to pick up the Chevelle in Ohio. We made it home the following day. All this for some beat up old rusty Chevelle. People think I'm nuts but I figured you guys would understand.
