Right after I finished another live music gig:
It happened. I don’t like to admit that it happened to me.
But it did.
It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.
It’s just that it hasn’t happened in a long, long time.
Car Trouble. Yup. My truck didn’t start after the gig.
Thankfully it happened after the gig and not on the way to the gig.
I was finished. All done. All loaded and ready to go and boom. Then it happened.
Put the key in.
Turn the ignition.
Don’t you hate that?
It used to happen all the time. You know, like, 30 years ago. When I was a college student and I relied on $50 cars to get me through the winter.
Now it hasn’t happened in ooohhh I don’t know probably 15 years? Maybe longer.
I bought this truck because I needed reliable transportation for our gigs.
Playing live music is expensive.
You’ve got to keep the gear working in all kinds of weather here in Chicago. digital music equipment is fragile. You’ve got to have reliable transportation. And when the cold winds blow, you know the odds rise up against us.
So you stay on top of things. I replaced the battery before the beginning of this winter. I always carry a pair of jumper cables, just in case.
I’ve been trained by The Boy Scouts. Be prepared.
I have a blanket in the back of the truck. I don’t know if I have flairs but I think they’re back there by the spare tire as well. I replaced all 4 tires on her before last winter’s party season. Snow tires. That way I wouldn’t dependent on that spare tire or a tire jack that could get fussy.
Good thing. Last year was a snowy one. We’re not as snowy this year. But we’re sure getting a lot of cold weather. What’dya expect? It’s winter.
Here is a picture of our beloved cargo van on the back of the tow truck.
This ole girl has been great. We named this van Vicki. My girls called it ‘The Man Van’. The boys said it looked like it belonged on an episode of Law and Order: SVU. My accountant loves it because it has no windows so I guess that means it’s a solid write off.
I love her. Vicki. Yes I always name my vehicles after girls. We figured that one out when we were teenagers. They’re prettier that way. And we all know every girl, like every vehicle, has an inherent beauty to it that must be named.
So let’s see what’s up with Vicki. I’ll let you know. My mechanic is awesome. I can give you his name if you want it.
He’s always been great. Because he never charges that much. He is always fair on what he charges and because I have another big corporate event coming up this Thursday. He said Vicki will be back up and running again by then. Phew!
Maybe its something simple like a starter. Oh well . . . . . it happens. At least it happened after the gig.