Bummer: Yesterday My Best Slave Died
Technically, I guess, I mean slave cylinder; and not my slave cylinder, but my truck’s slave cylinder:
It’s part of the transmission, and apparently an important part because, when it fails, the truck instantly develops a mind of its own vis-a-vis stopping and going. On my way to work, I stopped–or attempted to stop–at the Irving/Circle K gas station. I have to thank my old man for the driving gene, which (fortunately for me, my truck, and the Irving/Circle K gas station) kicked in quickly, allowing me to take emergency stoppage measures, thus being able to avoid something like this: Of course, since it was 8 below zero at the time, perhaps not having to get out of my vehicle until it was actually inside the building would have been more convenient but, frankly, I didn’t need a coffee-to-go quite that badly.
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