Not very much has happened since my last post. The day I wrote that, Mark received an email from a senator advising constituents to stay at home as the weather was so bitterly cold. There were all kinds of warnings and advisories on weather sites. It really was very cold and truth be told, people and animals cold easily lose their lives in such weather. Mark and I did a sanity check and headed out the door that evening. Seeing our friends was of great value and seeing as our car is relatively new and running great, there seemed to be little danger. We had a wonderful time!
Since then, we had a very strange incident in our not so new pickup truck! We went to Canandaigua last week and after parking the truck at one of our stops, when Mark restarted it, a message came up on the dash stating “Reduced engine power”. That was new to us! We had some more errands, so Mark left the parking lot only to discover that our usually spunky truck wasn’t! He pressed down on the accelerator and the truck acted sluggish. We could drive around Canandaigua fairly easily as there are few steep roads and the truck seemed to do well as long as it could glide along.
When we finally completed our list of tasks, Mark thought a bit to try to discover the road with the least incline to go home. We settled on a route and found ourselves traveling well, cruising at some points, to 50 miles per hour. Mark had chosen route 64 to head home and as we turned off route 5 &20, we saw a definite incline! The truck slowed down….and slowed down some more….until we were peaking out at about 20 miles per hour. Mark had the flashers on and people zipped past us as the truck seemingly struggled up the road. Once we reached the top of the incline. we once again glided down with ease. And some speed!
We found ourselves feeling rather like sitting ducks just a couple of times more, then the big test was ahead of us. Yes, we had successfully reached the bottom of “our” road. As Mark briskly turned onto the road, we could feel the truck slowing down. We began at about 10 miles per hour and as the road increased in steepness, the truck slowed down further and further. I sat, praying, asking that the angels push that truck up the rest of the way. By the time we (thankfully) reached the driveway, the truck was topping out at about 2 miles per hour. The now overworked vehicle seemed to sprint up the driveway (at 10 miles per hour) and I nearly jumped from it! How thankful we were to have reached home!
Mark did some research on the problem and discovered this is General Motors’ method of reducing risk of loss and injury when there is a problem with throttle control. Mark bought a device that reads codes via a computer on the truck and displays them on his cell phone. He determined through this technology that there is a problem with wiring or connectors located near the gas pedal. I always giggle at Mark’s Mechanical Engineering skills….skills that keep him from tossing out broken things and skills that cause him to look into problem solving when most of us would throw our hands up and walk away! I am so thankful for him and his skills! He is going to look at the truck today and see if he can discover the problem.
Since my last post, we have been down to our friends’ house once again for Mark to play music with his friends. We had another lovely evening and the weather was so very much kinder than the previous week! We currently still have no snow and had days above freezing. It would seem the weather pendulum is really swinging wildly out of control this winter!
Yesterday, Mark and I went out and I ran into WalMart. I was picking up a few things and I saw a Mennonite mom and her young daughter, maybe seven or eight, shopping. They were coming out of an aisle as I was walking perpendicularly in another aisle. The mother made a turn toward me, and the daughter turned the opposite way, now walking beside a woman in a long coat. The girl’s eyes were looking down and she continued to walk alongside the woman for awhile. The Mennonite woman gently called “Twila!” when she discovered her daughter was going the wrong way. I watched and when the girl didn’t respond, she quietly called out again, “Twila!”. Suddenly the girl turned and looked, surprised she was no longer with her mom. She quickly walked back to her mother and the mother and I both giggled! It was so cute.
As we left the store to go back home, I took a quick snap of the sunset. That is the photo at the top of this entry. For one reason or another, Word Press isn’t allowing me to arrange photos the way I want! Grr!!!