Tuesday, May 14, 2013

the little jetta that could.

okay, so now that's it's been about a week since the incident, i guess i can finally talk about it. some of you may recall that when Addison and I first journeyed down to Florida in our two blue cars, with all our belongings in them, we had a little mishap about 60 miles out of Orlando. you see, if you're in Utah, when you go to a gas station, quite literally every pump that has a green handle, is a diesel pump-everyone knows this, and it is a very smart concept. now, i've driven a diesel for about 2 years in Utah, and never had an issue with getting this concept mixed up. 

so, back in January, we're going along-it's our 3rd day straight of driving-and we're on a high, knowing that we are just a mere hour away from our journey's end. we stop off at a gas station to fill up the Prius, and while we're there, my dad decides to top off the Jetta (diesel engine). now this Jetta belonged to my father for a good 5 years before it passed down to us. he knows just about everything about cars, and has owned more than a few diesels in his years. we're on the road again, and about 2 miles down, the Jetta sputters to a stop. literally, 1 hour away from our destination. It's about 9 PM at this time, we're so tired, and ready to throw in the towel. we get the car off the freeway and start trying to figure out what the problem could be. we're there for about an hour, trying to diagnose things ourselves. Addison and I decided to go back a couple exists in the Prius, where we thought we saw a hotel-it was clear at this point we would not make it to Orlando that night. as we got off the exit, we thought we might just go check the gas pump...
this is what we found there. horrified, we called up my dad, and started working on a new solution. needless to say, it was the longest night of my life. we tried everything: bought our own siphoning equipment from walmart to try and empty the tank ourselves-fill up the car again to flush it out, push the car on a slope at the now, abandoned gas station, to get more gas out-then took most our stuff out of the car to try and shift the weight and pump more out. we had some Wendys. we called every mechanic in the area to come help us, everyone thought we were nuts to try and get them to work at 11 PM on a Sunday night. in one of our breaks, we sat in despair and i wrote a mean hate letter on my cell phone to bp gas stations telling them our outrage that they would put the color green anywhere near a pump that was not diesel, and demanding compensation from them for our inconvenience...i bet they had a real good laugh over that email...they did not oblige. and to add to it all-it was freezing! we had literally brought nothing for this kind of occasion that wasn't vacuum packed into the very depths of our car. we thought we were moving to FLORIDA where they don't use jackets and socks! (we now know better)

at about 12 AM, we pushed the Jetta into a parking spot, defeated. we stuffed Addi, Julie, and I into the Prius and drove to the second hotel room we had booked that night, determined to sleep before we called the mechanic in the morning to tow and fix it. (we had booked one hotel in Orlando for that night, but were never able to make it down, and they would not give us our money back...rude) they forced us into the most expensive suite they had, claiming it was the only room they had left (liars) and Addison went back to get my dad. 

upon my dad's return (now about 1 AM), he asked my mom how much cash they had all together, saying that he needed $500 cash. he said he had found two blokes at the gas station, brothers, who offered to stay up all night and pump out our car so we could be on our way the next morning...oh, and that they had already gotten started. what!? who were these guys? did you really just give them the key to our car? oh, and half of everything that we posses that is in that car? i stared wide eyed...and then gave up. i flopped into bed as Addison whispered these words, "Bre...i dunno if i should tell you this...but those guys looked so shady...and they smelled like they had just taken a swim in an alcohol pool...and as i drove away they were taking every thing we own out of the car and putting it on the gas station side walk..." my horrors were complete. i said a short prayer, asking God to prepare me to wake up without a car, any clothes, our TV, our computer, etc., and that if i was supposed to learn that people are more important than things from this experience, that i would learn it quickly, and not freak out too badly.

Around 4 AM, we got a call that our car was ready. my dad walked out and paid the blokes, and we went merrily on our way the next morning. A FREAKING MIRACLE.

so, back to last week. on Monday, i decided to be a sweet wife, and let my husband take a longer nap before work. i offered to fill up the Jetta, and let him take the Prius to work. 50 feet out of the gas station i filled up at, the car sputtered to a stop. i thought it was an old problem acting up. i got the car to a safe place, went and saw Addisons' show. and while driving the Prius home (i left the Jetta in the parking lot to deal with the next day) i drove past the pump i had used...
you can only imagine my horror. i bawled all the way home, and sat home depressed the rest of it, thinking about the damage i had caused. you'd think i'd have learned my lesson! we got it towed in the morning-insurance covered-and it cost 1/2 of what i was told. Addison didn't even miss a day of work because of it. what a blessing. 

the Lord truly knows our problems. he knows we are not perfect, and loves us anyway. i am so grateful :)

1 comment:

TyandMar said...

You guys have had such bad luck with that diesel gas! What a blessing that the car is still going strong! I can't believe that story!