Gettin’ Gas

It’s the end of the work day. I’m tired. I climb into Annie. I insert the key. I slip her into neutral. Depress the gas pedal. SNAP! Pedal goes to floor. Hmmmm. Crawl under Annie and find the hook attached to the gas pedal assembly has broken. I’m thinking the cable was probably original. Not bad for 43 years. No problem. I grab one of the two spare cables (yes two spares, chant the mantra, “Redundancy is good, Redundancy is good.”) from my  tool box. Easy peasy….oops….the cable won’t thread through the dog house. I pull the tube through which the cable should run and what do I find?

This.

No bueno!

No bueno!

Yes folks. That should be straight. Again, no problem. A few bucks traded at The Bug Stop for a new tube fixes all things. Now I have to address the gas pedal held down with a door hinge.

In Texas, we call this being resourceful.

In Texas, we call this being resourceful.

Yes the fix was supposed to be “temporary” and yes that was about 6 years ago. Don’t judge.