Remember how I’ve had a relatively shit last couple weeks, between the anniversary of my mom’s passing, and her birthday, and my grandma dying of covid on my mom’s birthday, etc etc? Yeah while, Friday it got just a wee bit worse. The cherry on top of my shit sundae, if you will.
I was on my way to the barn, on the highway, when the person in front of me slammed on their brakes (they didn’t know where they were going, apparently). I almost managed to stop in time, but not quite. I barely tapped them, not enough to set off the airbags or even jostle me more than a bump would, but their tailgate was down on their tiny little truck. So wham, that thing just stabbed right through my bumper. I pulled over onto the first cross street and saw fluid absolutely pouring from the bottom of my truck. Super. Awesome. Naturally, their tailgate had the world’s tiniest dent in it.
I will say though, my insurance company and technology made everything super easy. It’s been like 10-11 years since I had a vehicle issue that required insurance involvement/a tow (that time I ran over something that fell off a construction truck), and boy have things changed. Everything is on the app, and trackable, and happens much more quickly. I called and made the claim, I had a tow truck in about 20 minutes, they took me/my truck to a shop near my house while I ordered a rental on the insurance app, and the Hertz guy came and picked me up from the body shop within 15 minutes. Modern times. They are amazing.
Something related to the AC was destroyed, and possibly the radiator is cracked. They said 1.5-2 weeks to get it all fixed up. In the meantime I have a little Nissan Altima rental, which is fun in some ways (I forget how much manhandling my truck requires until I drive something that’s very light and responsive) but when all you’ve driven for 5 years is a truck or an SUV, it’s quite alarming to have your ass like 2 feet off the ground. Especially in Texas, where everyone drives a truck or SUV. I definitely miss my truck already. I was thinking of taking Presto on another adventure to Pine Hill this weekend but clearly that’s not happening now. Hopefully it gets fixed up quickly and well, and hopefully that was the 3rd shitty thing of “bad things happening in threes” because I am about at max freakin capacity.
In better news, the pressure washer came, and I got to play with it over the weekend. Gotta say, if you’re having a shit couple weeks, I highly recommend finding some things to pressure wash. It’s cathartic as hell.
I started with a couple saddle pads and a girth, then moved on to the deck, then the deck chairs, then the side of the house, then a planter and a pot… it was getting out of control. No one really told me how freaking fun and rewarding it is to literally watch the dirt just peel away from everything you point it at. It’s like a drug. Gimme more of that sweet sweet pressure wash.
Nothing is going to be safe around me ever again now that I know about this. My saddle pads look awesome, it got out some of that deep, set-in dirt that’s been stuck in there for a while. And my girth, omg. Just washing it, it still never quite comes out looking totally clean, and there’s always lots of hair stuck all in it. It blasted almost all of it right out, it looks practically brand new now. I think the horse’s boots will be my next victim. After that, maybe the trailer. The possibilities are endless…