Lowell Tuttle
I bought a 1991 Chev Suburban from a golfing buddy of mine with just under 90,000 miles in, I think 1994. $12,000. I put a crease in the front fender a month or so later, and figured, it was a used car, so I'd just let it go as I wouldn't have the car that long. I put a transmission in at 112,000 and another one at 210,000. My Dad passed in 2005. I drove my Suburban to Richardson in Spring of 2006 to pick up some of my parents' furniture to bring back to Houston for my brother and I (he was living here then.)
I got a trailer hitched up to my Suburban at Uhaul at Abrams and LBJ and took off for Houston with all the furniture. I noticed a sign on the wall advertising to rent a transmission cooler. I put it in the back of my head, but remembered it later.
I was toolin down I 45 about 60-65 MPH and everything was going fine, so I got to the Ennis area and sped up a bit and turned up the tunes, ignoring my load. A short while later, my Suburban shuddered and I checked the rear view mirror. There was a plume of white smoke coming out of the back of my Sub which covered all of I 45. My truck slowed to 10 mph, I exited, headed back to Ennis and checked into the Hotel, and headed to phone a Uhaul for a rental truck. I knew with 360,000 miles my Suburban had died forever.
The Uhaul was miles away, but two policemen helped me get there (I did not have long hair then.) I gave one of them my Suburban. I rented a Uhaul truck and headed back to the Hotel. I stayed there overnight and watch the first round of the NCAA basketball playoffs. The next morning, I brought my Uhal box truck around and attempted to hook up the ball joint to the loaded Uhaul trailer. I had to get a jack from Walmart to raise up the trailer hitch about 3-4 feet in the air. Then, I backed up the Box truck. I could not see the ball/trailer hitch, I just had to estimate by looking at the ground while backing. I got out of the truck (it was raining) and looked that by some miracle, the ball and the trailer hitch were perfectly alligned.
I swear that was the only time I have backed up a vehicle to a trailer hitch in my life.
Anyway, I made it home. But, if I ever rent a trailer again, I will pay to have a transmissioin cooler, whatever that is.
Years later 5-6, I got a call from a auto repair shop. They were tasked with repairing my Suburban, somewhere out in West Texas. They wanted to check if it was ok...the title was still in my name. The policeman's daughter had driven that thing for 5-6 years and that cop never registered it in his or her name...I had sent him the title when I got home...Jeez
I still have all my old casette tapes from when I had that Suburban. A lot of Creedance, SRV, and even some Woody Guthrie.
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