By Max Underwood
Here’s a recent experience that my wife, who’s not an ECKist, said “There’s an ECK story!”
I have a seventeen-year-old truck which I keep maintained and we use regularly. My wife had just hauled a load of soil in it and went back for a cubic yard of mulch. The place we get the product is two miles away. While returning she approached a four-way stop at an intersection when she applied the brakes. The pedal went to the floor and she sailed through the intersection without being able to stop.
The intersection is located near a stone quarry with a constant flow of multi-axle dump trucks coming and going. Miraculously no one was approaching!
After unloading the mulch we had the truck towed to a local mechanic. He informed us that two brake lines had failed and corrosion was evident on the others. He recommended replacing all the lines since we drive it regularly. He also informed us that the brake lines were assembled in fourteen different sections, can’t be purchased preformed and would have to be fabricated by hand. The repair would be pricey. We need the truck and I gave the OK to replace the lines.
Payday was two days away. My job is considered an essential service and I worked every day throughout the pandemic. This paycheck was to have a “hero pay” bonus. Would it see us through? After deducting the cost of the repair from the bonus I still had $2.05 left!
I always ask for the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ’s guidance and I see how things always work out.
My gratitude and awareness grows daily!