Date: 03-30-2007
Time: 09:00 pm
Place: I-69 west Mile Marker 169 (26 miles from home)
Who present: Myself & My Mother
Miles driven this day: 120 towing trailer, 25 no load alone, 45 with stove in bed
The Event:
This nice sunny afternoon I drove down to my mothers house to pick up the utility trailer so my mother and I could help my sister move to her new place. Once the trailer was hooked up, I dug up an old milk crate for my mom to use as a step to climb into my Toyota Tacoma 4x4 (3" suspension lift, 2-1/2" body lift & the equivalent to 33" tires) we went to fill up the gas tank. Of course I had to rant and rage about paying $2.80 a gallon.
OK, so we we go to my sisters so I, by myself can load her appliances onto the trailer. Having that done, of course she still doesn’t have anything else ready to be moved… OK I’ll skip the rest, you get the idea of how the move went!
So, I leave the trailer so my sister can load it at her leasure and one of her friends can haul it with their vehicle. I then load an electric stove into the back of my truck, one of her friends helped me out… we had to lift it over the tail gate… this past winter I broke the handle trying to open the gate. I had the stove standing upright & not tied down. It’s not going to go anywhere anyway, right. The stove was a family friends, so I needed to bring it back to him. My sisters new place had a stove.
By now it is starting to become bark out as my mother and I leave. As we make it to the end of the on ramp to I-69 we feel a large bump under the front drivers wheel. I had no idea what it was but, it felt like I ran something over. What ever it was it was dead now & I did not want to see a smashed wild animal! I did look back just to make sure it was an animal though… Nothing? Ah-ha, the stove had tipped on it’s edge. I better pull off to the side and lay the stove on it’s back, I don’t want it to fall all the way over and break the glass oven door.
Back in the truck and of we went… 70 MPH on I-69. 35 miles later, BOOM!
“I blew a tire!”, easing the wheel toward the shoulder then slowly pressing on the brake… FLAMES SHOOT UP FROM UNDER THE DRIVERS FRONT FENDER!!!
“No brakes.” Spoken softly and in shock. “I have no brakes.” Said even softer yet loud enough that my mother still heard me.
Mom, just sat there as calm as can be the whole time. Later she told me that she felt that their was no danger at that time because I was so calm!
I continued to pump the breaks. Of course each time I pressed on the breaks flames shot up but I did feel the rear brakes catch.
Mom never saw any of the flames! As I saw the flames my mind started racing, why did I take the fire extinguisher out of the truck last week & why didn’t I put it back?
The truck came to a smooth halt.
Then with all the speed and agility of an Elk, I yelled at my mother “GET OUT OF THE TRUCK AND GO TO THE BACK OF THE TRUCK!” At the same time I unhooked her seatbelt, put the truck in park, remover the keys, unhooked my seatbelt, YELLED TO MY MOTHER " GET OUT, THE TRUCK IS ON FIRE!!!", looked for on comming traffic and jumped out the door of my truck. I even slammed the door shut as I ran to the back to make sure my mother listened to me. Once I knew she was there I made my way back around the truck to see if it was still on fire. It wasn’t.
Well, everyone is safe and to my surprise AAA was there in under 30 min. It just so happened that just a couple of miles earlier we both had commented that we both had no cell phone service but, where this all happened we had 4 bars.
Well in the photo you can see the gouge in the road from the loss of the wheel… we must have slid for more then a 1/4 mile.
Sorry for the long story!
:freaked-:-o<
I am so sad now, I lost my truck! (:{
Any one want to buy me a new truck?
Anyone want to buy a used truck, minor scuffs and bumps! :look-up:O:)