Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Coolest Dad. EVER.

So...

The car issue is looking to have a much better outcome than I thought possible.  Dad found a bargain on a used engine with less than 5000 miles on it.  Clean as a baby's butt. Well, cleaner.  It's in incredible condition - has been sitting in a warehouse in Dallas for some time, and it's dusty, but it's slick as a whistle inside and has the original factory oil filter on.   Dad's driving it up today and the nice wrecker man from Friday night is bringing LouLou to a shop at Nearby Midling Burgh about 9AM. I may be able to pick her up on Monday.  Huzzah!  So, to recap: less than 72 hours after my car went kaput (and about a day after my dad drove out to my place and confirmed it was kaput), my dad had a new engine sitting in the back of his truck and ready for delivery to the folks who will replace it.  Riding in with the cavalry comes to mind, except my dad is (and always has been) the cavalry all on his own.

I had been crossing my fingers that LouLou would make it all the way through school for me, and then I could save up dosh for a new car in 2016 once I can legally poke people with sharp things for money.  If this new engine works out well, I may be able to drive LouLou much longer than I'd dared to hope. This actually eases a bit of anxiety I've had in recent times.  Maybe that's why I try to cram so much into every day, lately. I feel like I've got to work so hard to keep my mud in a ball. And I really felt I'd let myself down (and let my folks down) by possibly being to blame for its demise.  This bothers me immensely.

While I'd prefer not to go through this at all, it looks to have a very good ending. Thanks to my brilliant Pop for making it all work out.  He is such a great person.  Really, both my parents are.  I suppose(and I hope) that most people have folks who would do anything in the world to bail out their kids in a moment of need, but I really think my parents are incredibly rare in that way.  I can say without question that if there is any merit to me as a person, I owe it directly to them.  I mused to a sibling recently that I wouldn't trade our folks for any wealth or possession on earth. I really think we lucked out and got our inheritance up front by having such amazing folks. 

Thanks for helping me out, Dad, and Mom, too.  Y'all are the best and I love you very much. 

11 comments:

Ladybug Crossing said...

Yay! That's terrific!

Jedi Master Ivyan said...

Here's hoping LouLou's new ticker keeps her going strong for a long time to come!!

Keads said...

Awesome!

Andie said...

Oh, that's GREAT!! I am so happy for you that you have such wonderful family...it can be the game changer, yes? :) Here's to speedy repairs, and manymanymany more miles with LouLou!

Buck said...

I SO agree with yer subject line. Good on yer Dad.

Le Conteur said...

Your folks know that they have one terrific daughter and she is worth all of the love and comfort they can give her. I have met your folks and the love light in their eyes when they gaze at you is something to treasure.

Le Conteur

Old NFO said...

Great news!!! And Daddies DO occasionally turn out to be good for something! ;-)

Anonymous said...

I have a grown daughter. I fully understand the whys for him doing that and know it was not a problem for him.

Ben

charlotte g said...

Dads that good are so hard to find. You have a wonderful family. I celebrate all of you!

drjim said...

When the stepson's girlfriend had her engine go POOF!, I helped her Dad diagnose it over the phone even though I knew it was a lost cause as the pulley on the exhaust camshaft had disintegrated, causing the valves to kiss the pistons.

Like your car, it went out with a whimper.

18 hours later he was here with a flatbed, and after we loaded it up, he headed back to Fort Collins where he had a rebuilt engine waiting.

Three days after that she flew home to get the car, and drive it back here.

Yep, Dads do special things for their little girls!

John B said...

My classmate had her car die on her. I drove out in my 3/4 ton slant six dodge, brought her and it back to my house, made her drink a six pack while I took the head off and swapped it out with a junked one. After six hours of non-stop work, her Father arrived. Think Jay G, crossed with Tony Sorprano. I put a beer in front of him and finished an hour more work, and had her car running sweeter than it did before. Her Dad paid me what the repair would have cost in the shop, took us out to dinner and drinks, paid me another $100, and told her! "Keep Him!" Neither of us had the heart to tell him we were just friends!

Your Dad is awesome, but that guy came in close behind. Right behind mine!