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Old 02-22-2015, 11:43 PM
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Cool [Social] [TL;DR] Misadventures In Canadian Winters (2015 February)

I like to write and I just had a little misadventure that inspired me to do so. I'm going to do my best to get the chapters and timeline correct. Here we go.

I bought my truck used in 2014 August from a local. It is an 08 Sport 4x4 with a 4 l and automatic tranny and silvery paint. I paid $11 k and it only had about 30,000 km (I think now it's like 33,000 km). My previous wheels, a 96 Monte Carlo, were falling apart and I needed something more reliable.

The truck is in decent condition. I don't think that the previous owner did anything to treat the undercarriage for winter. Quite a bit of surface rust on parts, but otherwise the truck seems mint. I had it undercoated back in September so that should hopefully be under control now. I have noticed small rust spots on the edge of the door frame around thte windows, but perhaps I'll discuss that later. One issue that I seemed to have from day one is that the tires appeared to be leaking air.

It was a slow leak at first. It would take well over a month for me to notice significant air loss. When I noticed I would just air the tires up. I wasn't sure what it would cost to get the problem fixed and figured I'd just put it off until it became a problem. It gradually accelerated to about a 4 week period before the tires would be down to about 20 psi and I'd air them back up. This happened 3 or 4 times in the past few months. I was afraid repairs would cost hundreds of dollars and figured I'd just hobble along until the time was right.

Two weeks ago I parked the truck at work on the frozen tire track from the front loader that cleans the parking lot at the edge of one of the driveways where they seem to be careless with cleaning the snow up. I figured it's a 4x4, my first, and it's a manly machine, and this tiny bit of snow and ice is no match for my truck! I backed it in, as I always do, with my rear tires resting on these tracks. They were probably 5 or 10 psi low already, and the shape of the front loader tracks seemed to be putting extra pressure on the edge of the tire. I shrugged it off until I returned after work and found the rear driver's side wheel was especially low suddenly (usually it would have been another week before it got this bad).

I drove those 10 km home and attempted to fix my tires up. I live in an apartment building with limited storage so I'm storing a 3 gallon air compressor in the bed of my truck. I attempted to plug it into the eletrical posts lining the parking lot, but despite this being mid-winter the circuit was off. The superintendent had the circuit off to prevent abuse during the other seasons. He confirmed this when I bumped into him letting his dog out for a nature call. I guess the building owners wanted to save money by keeping the circuit off as long as possible (utilities included in rent). He offered to let me use his air compressor. I'll spare you the additional boring details of this encounter. I topped all 4 tires up.

Fast-forward to last week and on my drive into work I get flagged down by a red Ranger operator at a traffic light. He kindly informs me that my tire is flat. I thank him, and he makes a right turn while I proceed carefully through the light and 1 km up the road to work. I check my tires all out upon parking and find my front, passenger tire is in that 20 psi range of looking a bit "floopy", but certainly not "flat". Though he exaggerated the severity, he was correct that it deserved attention. When I got home I wrestled my air compressor out of the lumber frame in my truck bed and gave the electrical posts another shot. Success! The circuit was live! It was cold out, and I was too lazy to go measuring all of the tires, so I just eyeballed this bad tire and put some air in it to get me through to the weekend.

Two days later I'm driving a colleague and I to grab some take-out for lunch and we get flagged down in the middle of the road by a guy pointing down. My coworker was aware of the tire pressure troubles I had been having so he immediately recognized the look. "Flat tire?" he proposed as he lowered his window. The kindly citizen affirmed. My coworker thanked him and we continued onward to food! When I parked the truck we both checked out the tires. It was the same situation as last time. The tire was low, but far from flat, and far from critical. We got our food and returned to work. I put off topping up the air pressure this time because it was cold out, damn it, and I was exhausted and drained. This was last Thursday evening. I formulated a loose plan to leave the tire overnight, wake up early (yeah, right!), and visit a nearby tire repair specialist garage to have it topped up in the morning to get me to work and back on Friday. While there I'd schedule a full tire repair for Saturday to get it finally taken care of for good.

We had been having especially cold weather the past week or two, which may account in part for the accelerated air pressure loss. I'm talking -30 Celcius (-45 Celcius with the windchill). Much to my surprise I woke up early on Friday morning, despite my best efforts to stay up late drinking beer on Thursday night. I woke up around 8 AM, over an hour early, and felt "conscious". In a surprise moment of responsibility I decided to just get out of bed and deal with my tire. I walked out into the burning cold to find to my horror that my front, passenger tire was completely sitting on the rim flat. Well fuck... OK, that's fine, plan is still good, I figure... I'll just fire up the air compressor in the truck bed instead, air the tire up myself, and then continue to the repair shop and figure things out from there...

My truck is backed up against the back wall and the tonneau cover and tailgate prevent reaching the air compressor. I figure I'll just start her up, and carefully pull forward 2 feet. I turn her over and it struggles. It's rare, but it happens. I try again undiscouraged, sure it will fire up this time. The truck struggles again. I sense now that the battery is struggling to do it. Nah, failing to do it. It can't do it! Shit! OK, flat tire, dead battery... I text my girlfriend that she should attempt to start her car to make sure it starts (she is lucky enough to have a remote starter). I simultaneously text my brother who conveniently works across the street at an auto part store. It's not the first time that I've needed him to boost me, or to help me out of an automotive jam on a work day, and I know he'll have the means. As I walk back towards the warmth of the building to think, a kindly neighbour hollers across the parking lot, "Did you get it started?" I guess he heard my struggle, and it was real, and he knew it, and he wanted to help. He had his brand new F-150 fired up already running and must have felt pity for me.

At first he offered to lend me his battery charger. I wasn't entirely sure what he was offering, and I'm not overly experienced with servicing automotive batteries, but I welcomed any help I could get. If I didn't have to drag my brother out of work it was all the better. We walk to his truck and attempting to gather the charger he offers to try booster cables first. I agree and we make our way across the parking lot to my truck. I've been boosted more than once and though I'm usually not the one operating the cables, I had pretty much had it figured out by then: positive -> positive live, positive -> positive dead, negative -> negative live, negative -> ground dead. As I struggle to figure out where to ground the cable on my Ranger my neighor hastily connects the cables on his end and condescendingly suggests the negative terminal of my battery. I'm not sure why you're not supposed to do that, but I was pretty sure you weren't. I attempted to tell him that and futily attempt to connect the cable to some trim around the engine compartment hoping it was bare steel and grounded. His truck was still running, and he immediately told me to give mine a try. I gave the ignition a twist, but it didn't have the juice. I tried a second time to be polite, already concluding that my contact point wasn't grounded. This time he insisted I try the negative terminal. I can't logically reason why that would be bad and decide to give it a try in hopes that it works, even if not "best practice". He tells me to try to start her again, and I do, but it doesn't, and now we're feeling hopeless. He reasons that it's just too cold and apologizes and begins to pack the cables. All the better because my parking spot neighbor needs to drive her kids to school and my other neighbor's truck is blocking her. He asks if I have an extension cord and lends me his battery charger.

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Old 02-22-2015, 11:44 PM
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I text my brother to update him on the status. I also text my supervisor and coworkers to let them know I'll probably be late and to amuse us all. I haven't heard from my girlfriend yet so I decide to return to the warmth of my apartment finally to wait for a reply from my brother. As soon as I get into my apartment my girlfriend hands me her keychain and asks me to start it for her since she isn't dressed yet and you can't see if it works without climbing out onto the balcony. Doing so I notice my brother standing at my truck, looking at his cell phone. I holler at him, and he motions for me to join him. The good news is that my girlfriend's car started. I fill her in and head back down and out into the cold. My brother and I look at the battery charger, trying to figure out if this is even appropriate to boost a dead battery or if I need to pack this thing up and wait 8 hours. The print on the side of the box seems to indicate that it might be possible, but we'll need to read the instructions to figure out how, if at all. My brother asks for my extension cord. I tell him it's in my truck bed. That's when I realize that I cannot reach it without pulling the truck forward 2 feet. Well fuck. My brother sighs and asks why I didn't tell him this with my original update, and I sigh and shrug. He heads across the road to grab a booster pack from the parts store.

He returns and hooks me up and whala! The truck fires up instantly and strongly. My brother says I should keep it running for an hour or so to make sure it isn't dead the next time I try to start it. I thank him for the trouble and he returns to work with the booster pack. I continue on with my plan, back on track. I carefully pull the truck forward a couple of feet and leave it running while I access the bed and get the air compressor set up. It's fucking cold out, and I need to figure out which way to adjust the bleeder valve on the bottom to hold air. My girlish hands struggle in the cold to turn it. My warm, fur lined hat makes it difficult to listen for air escaping through the valve with the compressor motor banging away. I think I've got it. I think... The pressure gauge isn't climbing. Oh, there it goes, slowly. Odd. The compressor shuts off with the gauge halfway full, and puzzled I hypothesize that the cold is just making it difficult for the gauge to keep up. Sure enough it continues to climb with the compressor motor silent. I fight with the air compressor hose and coupling. It doesn't get used often, and the cold probably doesn't help, so it's always a struggle to operate it. It doesn't help that the compressor is portable and every time you attempt to push the male end of the fitting into the compressor's female end the compressor pushes away. Frustrated I pin the compressor against the side of the bed and begin to thrash at it angrily. It's cold. Fucking work! 7 minutes later I get it. Success! You have to appreciate your drops of accomplishments amongst the sea of failures. I wrestle the frozen, looped up compressor cable towards the front of my truck where the flat mocks me.

I think the tire valves were the initial source of the leak. I've noticed that it sounds like air escaped if I pushed the valve stem sideways while attempting to connect the compressor nozzle. Mindful of this I carefully connect the nozzle and push hard to make a tight seal. My fur covered ears are struggling to listen for leaks. It's getting exhausting holding the nossle mated to the valve stem. How long is this going to take?! It seems to be taking forever. How long should this take, I wonder. I've never filled an empty truck tire before. I finally conclude that the bead must have let go from the wheel... Fuck. Now what? I decide to walk down the road to the tire repair shop to see if they have the means to bring repair to me. They should be expecting me because my brother had offered to call ahead. The manager tells me their trucks are all dead too, and they're trying to get them running. There's nothing they can do for me remotely, but if I can get the truck there they can fix me up. I ask if he thinks I should risk riding the rim those 200 metres. He's confident that at best I'd destroy the tire trying. He suggests either jacking the truck and changing the tire on the spot or having it towed. I don't have a jack, and though I think there's a spare beneath the truck bed, and perhaps there'd be an emergency jack with it, I really don't see myself jacking the truck up with one in the freezing cold in the snow covered parking lot of my apartment building. I thank him for his guidance and walk down the road to the parts store to discuss my options with my brother and price out a towing service.

My brother immediately calls a towing service they have a relationship with. They say $60. That sounds reasonable to me. All of the parts store employees scoff at the insult. It's insane! Just put the spare on, the elderly co-owner tells me. But it's cold out, I cry. He says that's what's wrong with the younger generation. We don't know how much money $60 is. My brother agrees that the tow is a crazy price, but knowing he'd probably be the one to get stuck doing most of the jacking and wrenching and lifting, he doesn't seem to be agreeing with the spare tire idea. I'm not well paid for my career living where I do, but still a one time fee of $60 to get this sorted out seems negligible. I'm expecting I'll be paying at least twice that for the tire repair once I get to the shop. I tell my brother to call the towing company back and send them. My brother told them to bill the store and he'd settle up with me later since I didn't have the cash on me. A flatbed wrecker arrvies shortly thereafter and we carefully load my poor Ranger. We drive down the road and unload it 3 minutes later.

The repair shop manager calls one of his mechanics into the front and tells him to work on my truck immediately because I'm in a hurry. I never told him that, and frankly as far as I'm concerned it's Friday and I'm already excused for being late for work, so fuck it. I don't know if that was a reflection of his work ethic or my brother's from earlier, but I don't care. I don't want to wait any longer than I have to. The time passes slowly, but 20 minutes later the manager pokes his head through the lobby door and says I'm all set. I approach the front counter reaching for my wallet preparing myself for the damage. He says $30. I gasp. There's no way they repaired all 4 tires for $30. I assume there was some miscommunication and they only repaired the one tire. Sure enough he confirms. They fixed the air pressure in all 4 tires, but they only repaired the flat. Good enough, I think to myself. I won't argue with the price, and I'm happy to get on my way, now just over an hour late for work.

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Old 02-22-2015, 11:45 PM
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You probably thought I was done. Not quite. There's a bit more. Please can you go? Hey, I'm not holding a gun to your head. If you've made it this far I appreciate your courtesy, sympathy, and patience.

My dad called to inform me today that they were calling for extreme cold again tonight and into tomorrow. -40 Celcius again. He suggests plugging in my block heater if I have one. I recall looking for one earlier in the year, but failing to find one. I tell him I'm pretty sure I don't have one, but he doubts me. He asks for my measure of certainty and suggests looking again. He's sure it would have one. I decide to follow up to be sure. If I can defend against another breakdown and lessen wear and tear I should do it whenever I'm able. This time with newfound confidence from my father I find an electric plug. It has one. Well fuck me. First I take my girlfriend for a ride down the highway to ensure the battery is charged back up after sitting for a day. I reach for my extension cord in the truck bed to hook up the block heater. Fuck... I backed the truck too close against the wall again. I have to fire it back up and pull ahead 2 feet to access the bed. I do. The looped up extension cord is stiff. I decide to bring it up to the apartment for a couple of hours to loosen it up first.

The evening passes. Around 11 PM I head back out to the truck with a flashlight in hand as my girlfriend curls up in the warmth of our bed. My plan is to just plug in the block heater, uncertain of risks and rewards, but throwing caution to the wind and blindly following my dad's general advice. An obsessive-compulsive thought process does not make much progress with something like automobiles, and sometimes a more bold approach is needed. I hook up the extension cord first to the electric post, and stretch it out away from the wall towards the front of my truck. Fuck. Just as I suspected, it's not long enough to reach. I'll have to move the truck to do this. Thing is I had been drinking a little bit of beer, and I'm not one to take driving under the influence of alcohol lightly, even for such a simple maneuver. It has been a couple of hours since my last beer, but I'm wary of what nosy neighbors familiar with me might think. Ordinarily I would not sober up until bed. I decide that I'm good to drive and nervously pull the truck around. It's more difficult to pull in than I expected. I almost never do it. I struggle a little bit to line the truck up perfectly and my mind battles itself over my fitness to be driving. In my haste, impatience, and lack of focus I manage to just barely avoid colliding side mirrors with my neighbors' Jeep. I get the truck into position without incident and decide to leave it running to warm it up while I get the block heater connected. I figure it can't hurt, and the fuel is negligible. I lay down in the snow and direct the flashlight up under the bumper to locate the plug. It's out of reach. I've pulled the damn truck too close to the wall to climb in there. Fuck.

I get back in and back it up a couple of feet. I reach for the block heater plug. It has a protective cover over it, which I recall reading about in the manual. I'm barely able to reach it, and I'm struggling to find the leverage to pull the cover off. I'm nervous of the engine running and reaching my hands up partially blind, with part of my brain questioning my sobriety, and the other part of my brain questioning the geography of moving parts. I imagine my arms getting grabbed by a fan or belt and torn off while my violent screams into the silence go unnoticed in the night. The thought makes me afraid to really pull hard on the cover. I continue to battle the bad angle under the bumper, the fear of the dismemberment, the cold, and my paranoia. I imagine police being called and them emerging from the darkness to arrest me for DUI. Despite seeing no moving parts near the bumper to fear, I decide to take control of the fears that I can and climb off the snow covered parking lot to shut the ignition off. I notice a dark shape in the snow, and seconds later it's my $800 cell phone that has fallen out of my pocket and probably been crushed beneath my body. I curse and pick it up, brushing show off of it as I climb into the cab. Fortunately the damn phone is supposed to be waterproof and it has a protective cover so it should survive. With the engine stopped I climb back under the bumper to wrestle the plug. I attempt to squeeze my small hand through the bumper to get another angle on it. I imagine my hand getting stuck and me freezing to death in the cold with my cell phone out of reach in the cab of my truck. I'm getting impatient now. I begin to pull hard on the block heater plug cover. It's not budging. I try again, shaking it back and forth, this time focusing on direction instead of strength. It comes off. I sigh. Triumphant I reach for the female end of the extension cord and reach up under the bumper for the block heater plug. In the dimming illumination of my failing flashlight I notice a clear looking shell over the prongs of the plug. I wonder if it's a secondary cover... I reach for it and my mind beings to put it together. It's ice. The prongs are encased in a solid block of ice. FUCK! I give up. I'm going inside. Even if I fight with this thing from this bad angle to try to chip it free, my mind will worry about electric shock or fire from the water traces left on the prongs. I leave the cover off in hopes that it will allow the block of ice to fall away or perhaps in warmer days melt off.

I gather up my wet cell phone, dimming flashlight, and extension cord and head back inside to drink beer. And record this long ass-novel for your amusement and/or anguish.

Feel free to share empathy, sympathy, advice; ... or whatever else you feel like.

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TL;DR Stupid privileged kid is proud that he can't chg a tire, can't boost battery, nor plug in heater. Oh, and whines cuz it's chilly outside.
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You probably thought I was done. Not quite. There's a bit more. Please can you go? Hey, I'm not holding a gun to your head. If you've made it this far I appreciate your courtesy, sympathy, and patience.

My dad called to inform me today that they were calling for extreme cold again tonight and into tomorrow. -40 Celcius again. He suggests plugging in my block heater if I have one. I recall looking for one earlier in the year, but failing to find one. I tell him I'm pretty sure I don't have one, but he doubts me. He asks for my measure of certainty and suggests looking again. He's sure it would have one. I decide to follow up to be sure. If I can defend against another breakdown and lessen wear and tear I should do it whenever I'm able. This time with newfound confidence from my father I find an electric plug. It has one. Well fuck me. First I take my girlfriend for a ride down the highway to ensure the battery is charged back up after sitting for a day. I reach for my extension cord in the truck bed to hook up the block heater. Fuck... I backed the truck too close against the wall again. I have to fire it back up and pull ahead 2 feet to access the bed. I do. The looped up extension cord is stiff. I decide to bring it up to the apartment for a couple of hours to loosen it up first.

The evening passes. Around 11 PM I head back out to the truck with a flashlight in hand as my girlfriend curls up in the warmth of our bed. My plan is to just plug in the block heater, uncertain of risks and rewards, but throwing caution to the wind and blindly following my dad's general advice. An obsessive-compulsive thought process does not make much progress with something like automobiles, and sometimes a more bold approach is needed. I hook up the extension cord first to the electric post, and stretch it out away from the wall towards the front of my truck. Fuck. Just as I suspected, it's not long enough to reach. I'll have to move the truck to do this. Thing is I had been drinking a little bit of beer, and I'm not one to take driving under the influence of alcohol lightly, even for such a simple maneuver. It has been a couple of hours since my last beer, but I'm wary of what nosy neighbors familiar with me might think. Ordinarily I would not sober up until bed. I decide that I'm good to drive and nervously pull the truck around. It's more difficult to pull in than I expected. I almost never do it. I struggle a little bit to line the truck up perfectly and my mind battles itself over my fitness to be driving. In my haste, impatience, and lack of focus I manage to just barely avoid colliding side mirrors with my neighbors' Jeep. I get the truck into position without incident and decide to leave it running to warm it up while I get the block heater connected. I figure it can't hurt, and the fuel is negligible. I lay down in the snow and direct the flashlight up under the bumper to locate the plug. It's out of reach. I've pulled the damn truck too close to the wall to climb in there. Fuck.

I get back in and back it up a couple of feet. I reach for the block heater plug. It has a protective cover over it, which I recall reading about in the manual. I'm barely able to reach it, and I'm struggling to find the leverage to pull the cover off. I'm nervous of the engine running and reaching my hands up partially blind, with part of my brain questioning my sobriety, and the other part of my brain questioning the geography of moving parts. I imagine my arms getting grabbed by a fan or belt and torn off while my violent screams into the silence go unnoticed in the night. The thought makes me afraid to really pull hard on the cover. I continue to battle the bad angle under the bumper, the fear of the dismemberment, the cold, and my paranoia. I imagine police being called and them emerging from the darkness to arrest me for DUI. Despite seeing no moving parts near the bumper to fear, I decide to take control of the fears that I can and climb off the snow covered parking lot to shut the ignition off. I notice a dark shape in the snow, and seconds later it's my $800 cell phone that has fallen out of my pocket and probably been crushed beneath my body. I curse and pick it up, brushing show off of it as I climb into the cab. Fortunately the damn phone is supposed to be waterproof and it has a protective cover so it should survive. With the engine stopped I climb back under the bumper to wrestle the plug. I attempt to squeeze my small hand through the bumper to get another angle on it. I imagine my hand getting stuck and me freezing to death in the cold with my cell phone out of reach in the cab of my truck. I'm getting impatient now. I begin to pull hard on the block heater plug cover. It's not budging. I try again, shaking it back and forth, this time focusing on direction instead of strength. It comes off. I sigh. Triumphant I reach for the female end of the extension cord and reach up under the bumper for the block heater plug. In the dimming illumination of my failing flashlight I notice a clear looking shell over the prongs of the plug. I wonder if it's a secondary cover... I reach for it and my mind beings to put it together. It's ice. The prongs are encased in a solid block of ice. FUCK! I give up. I'm going inside. Even if I fight with this thing from this bad angle to try to chip it free, my mind will worry about electric shock or fire from the water traces left on the prongs. I leave the cover off in hopes that it will allow the block of ice to fall away or perhaps in warmer days melt off.

I gather up my wet cell phone, dimming flashlight, and extension cord and head back inside to drink beer. And record this long ass-novel for your amusement and/or anguish.

Feel free to share empathy, sympathy, advice; ... or whatever else you feel like.

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