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Dear Demon Truck...

Why must you be hating on me today???

Why???


You've been soo good for months, and hnow, when I have Christmas shopping to do.. you act up.

You knew we had spare money, didn't you? That's why you did it, isn't it?

Damn Truck.

No love,
Me.


So I'm heading over to Mark's work, cause the bank is a pain in my ass (BofA) and I need him to cash the damned Christmas check from the Inlaws.

I get half way there and the Demon Truck starts smoking. So I called Mark up and said I'm pulling it over, something's wrong. Funny thing is, it was right by the same gas station where I'd run out of gas over a year ago. Heh.

I thought I'd found which gasket seal it was. We limped it to the Auto Zone a block away, replaced that seal, and dumped a quart of oil in.

Then we limped it home. It was sounding rough, way worse than usual. Mark calls me up and says whatever the problem is, it's causing the fluid to just 'run out the bottom'.

Get it home, take him back to work after cashing the check, do some running in the Banshee Car, and come home..

In the process of putting a piece of cardboard under the Truck to try to determine where the leak is originating, I realise that the ENTIRE bottom is coated. Just soaked. With what appears to be oil (we hope).

So while Mark is positive it's a gasket seal, and I'm only 75% sure, the Demon Truck is out of commission for awhile. Until we figure out what seal gave out anyway and whether it's worth fixing.

I told Mark, if it's the head gasket, I'm emptying the Truck out and calling a junk yard to come get it, cause it won't be worth fixing. He agreed.

On a good note, 75% of my Christmas shopping is finished. Heh.

I need a Demon Truck icon, methinks.