If I was the Idiot, I could write something funny and clever about my misadventure, but I don’t feel all that funny or clever.
My son’s car overheated on Wednesday night before we left to go to Laramie. I took it to our mechanic early Thursday morning and learned it was a seven dollar radiator recovery cap. No problem.
Except not a single parts store in Cody had the cap. I called parts stores in the surrounding area and in towns along the way to Laramie. No one had one. I started calling local salvage yards. No one even had a car, let alone a stupid radiator cap.
All the parts stores assured me they could have a replacement cap first thing Friday morning so I gave it up, scheduled delivery and relaxed at my house. I got up early on Friday, drove to Cody and patted myself on the back all the way back home. Only one day delay, seven dollars to fix and we would be in Laramie in time for dinner at Jeffery’s.
Until I tried to put the cap on the tank and it was too big. Seriously?!
Okay. I had two options: return the part, get the right one and spend my vacation driving back and forth to Cody or load the car with coolant and drive to Laramie, stopping every 20 miles to add more coolant. I chose the second option.
Little did I know I would be stopping every 20 minutes for road construction. WTF?! My dogs hate flaggers. My dogs REALLY hate flaggers who get too close to the van. I used the time sitting on the road in the sweltering Wyoming sun to call a few other salvage yards and I found one in Casper that had a Jetta. When I asked the guy if it had a radiator cap he growled something at me and hung up. Whatever.
The salvage yard in Casper was nicer and cleaner than most Walmarts. All the cars were lined up in rows and the ground was covered with clean pea gravel. The owner told us exactly where the car was and even let me turn the dogs loose while we checked it out. We walked out, opened the hood and YES! There was a radiator cap! Fabulous!
We were on the road again. We finally made it to Laramie at 8pm, a day and a half later than we planned. I only get a day and a half here before I go back home. So much to do and not enough time to get it done.
Pictures from the Road