I decided to go for a spin today. After cruising slowly for a few blocks I got on a freeway onramp and accelerated as normal. At the top I realized that I had no power steering. . . My belts were once again not where they belonged.
I pulled over quickly, turned on the hazards, popped the hood and got out my AAA card and phone.
I saw the spaghetti that was my belts and realized that I wasn't going anywhere without an alternator, water pump, power steering and a fan. At least the AIR pump belt was intact. I'd hate to be without emissions, after all.
I called AAA for a flatbed and was told they would expedite it due to my "dangerous location" on the side of the freeway. (This is California, after all - I probably wasn't even really safe 50 feet from the car at the sound wall but it was shady there so that's where I stood.
By the time the "expedited" flatbed finally arrived 41 minutes later (I'd hate to think what the slow truck would take) four of "California's finest" had passed by this stranded motorist without even tapping the breaks - nothing on their minds but where to get the next donut.
In stark contrast, of the two Corvettes that passed one bolted from the left lane to stop and ask if I needed assistance. Chuck in your beautiful MY Z06, if you're reading this, thanks for the courtesy. It made my day. Your car looked great and sounded awesome.
This sucks, though. Two out of my last four outings in the Vette ended this way and one of those was a ride to the shop (without power steering!) to get the belts fixed the second time.
The car is back in my garage and I've got to decide if the same shop gets 3 cracks at changing out the belts or not. . . Anyone know of a mechanic they trust in the San Jose, CA area?
I pulled over quickly, turned on the hazards, popped the hood and got out my AAA card and phone.
I saw the spaghetti that was my belts and realized that I wasn't going anywhere without an alternator, water pump, power steering and a fan. At least the AIR pump belt was intact. I'd hate to be without emissions, after all.
I called AAA for a flatbed and was told they would expedite it due to my "dangerous location" on the side of the freeway. (This is California, after all - I probably wasn't even really safe 50 feet from the car at the sound wall but it was shady there so that's where I stood.
By the time the "expedited" flatbed finally arrived 41 minutes later (I'd hate to think what the slow truck would take) four of "California's finest" had passed by this stranded motorist without even tapping the breaks - nothing on their minds but where to get the next donut.
In stark contrast, of the two Corvettes that passed one bolted from the left lane to stop and ask if I needed assistance. Chuck in your beautiful MY Z06, if you're reading this, thanks for the courtesy. It made my day. Your car looked great and sounded awesome.
This sucks, though. Two out of my last four outings in the Vette ended this way and one of those was a ride to the shop (without power steering!) to get the belts fixed the second time.
The car is back in my garage and I've got to decide if the same shop gets 3 cracks at changing out the belts or not. . . Anyone know of a mechanic they trust in the San Jose, CA area?