There are times I really hate vehicles

6/6/2014

There are times I really hate vehicles, and there are some vehicles I really hate all the time.

There are times I really hate vehicles, and there are some vehicles I really hate all the time.

My son's truck falls under both categories.

When Alek earned his driver's license we bought him a used truck.

We're still buying it.

We thought this would be good choice. He couldn't pile in his friends, and when we needed a small pickup we'd have one.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. I still think the idea was good, but the choice of what to buy was not.

The pickup is in the shop again, and I'm not sure what's wrong with it or what it's going to cost this time.

Wish I would have taken an interest in mechanics growing up, but I didn't.

Not that I would have been able to fix much that's gone wrong with this truck, nor would I want to spend time fixing it up.

We've had the radiator repaired, which included pulling Styrofoam out of the vents, replaced tires and at least a couple batteries, and there is a fuse issue that drains the battery. Now Alek has to take the fuse out when not driving it, and then pop it back in to drive.

Without the fuse it still drives, but the dashboard doesn't work.

As I write this, it needs to be hauled into a shop and looked at again because it died in my driveway.

It's not a concern that the handle on the passenger side is about to fall off or the front bumper is cracked because it's a college vehicle.

College vehicles are supposed to show their wear. Later on, when you can afford a nicer one, you have stories to tell about what a beater you drove in college.

I would like it to run a few more years without burning up a lot of cash.

My daughter's vehicle is getting her by, but it's also taken some money to keep it on the road, but nothing like this truck.

I guess we're too trusting.

We believed the dealer who said his aunt took good care of it, and it was in good condition.

I think we had it a day or two before the first battery died.

The dealership replaced it, but I should have taken notice of the buzzards circling over head.

Through it all, somehow it has managed to get Alek where he needs to be and back.

Luckily the other night it waited to die until after he got home safely.

At this rate he'll have a new vehicle — part by part.

Now Alek is depending on rides until his ride is fixed.

We can only hope that this is the last repair it needs until he can afford something better.

Until then I'll just keep ignoring the buzzards circling above it.

Patrick Murphy, of Humphrey, Neb., is a former assistant managing editor of The Telegram

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