I was all pleased that 3 days into our vacation we had already experienced our vehicular issue and bought a pair of shoes. I should have known better than to tempt fate like that.
Friday we packed up to move from Kelowna to Vancouver. After everything landed in its appointed place we attempted to crank our tent trailer down. Notice I said "attempted". Our trailer was stuck in the fully up position. Cursing very loudly and fluently in two languages (Canadian and Geordie - both variations of the Queen's English) First Lobster crawled under the trailer and identified the problem.
Once we went on vacation with a trailer bumper mounted bike rack fully loaded. The first railroad track we came to convinced us of our foolishness and demonstrated how flimsy our bumper was. My dad, Geedo, built us the ultimate bumper - about ten times stronger than those on Canadian military tanks.
Our current problem was located squarely in the middle of the "Bumper on Steroids" and impossible for First Lobster to get to. This only added to the variety of curse words erupting from underneath the trailer.
In fact, he was cursing so loudly the gentleman in the next site expressed concern that perhaps First Lobster was injured and I was ignoring his desperate calls for help.
Mastermind that he is, First Lobster fixed the problem, or as my kids used to say when they were little, "Daddy fik". You'd think we could be on our way now, but no...our final light check revealed an unlit brake/signal light. A quick trip to Canadian Tire had First Lobster laughing in the face of adversity and finally "Daddy fik" everything.
I'm afraid to say it - BUT - fingers crossed - maybe we are finished with our vacation issues. Come to think of it though I have my eyes on a sweet pair of new shoes.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment