april 08, 2009 12:11am
July 9, 2008 Another day of waiting
July 9, 2008
Another day of waiting.
Tension is in the air today because of the R.V. We need to continue our tour on to the Maritimes to spread the word. Kevin and I went to the truck shop to pick up the Blue Bomber at about noon. When we arrived I was met by the shop foremen, he had the key’s and a bill for over $500. I paid the bill and got in the truck to check out the job. At low speeds the R.V. stopped fine but latter that day I would realized that the job they did was inferior. I should have known that they did a bad job on the R.V. because the apprentice that worked on the R.V. had to come out and bleed the brakes before I left the property.
I started down to the Blues Fest to pick up our booth after being unceremoniously kick out. Residents of Ottawa know of the hill at the bottom of Bronson Street and I was made aware of the shoddy job that the truck shop had done when I applied the brakes as I descended down Bronson Hill. I made it safely around the corner but I knew I needed to see another mechanic. Kevin and I disassembled our booth at the Blues Fest and no one came over to talk with us as the NCC just drove by very slow, I motioned for them to come over and explain themselves but they pretended not to see us. Some people have no sense of honor, I guess the NCC’s offices fall into that category.
Kevin and I went to another shop in Ottawa that he knew about from deals in motorcycles. An ironic turn of events considering that we are on a motorcycle tour and we end up at a motorcycle shop. It turned out that the parts guy and the mechanic were both formally in the trucking business. What a break, finally someone who is giving me straight information.
Kevin and I went to a small Vietnamese restaurant for lunch, I was very skeptical at first because I was hungry. Well Kevin assured me that this place was great. The reason I was skeptical was I had an old girlfriend that I had run into while working in Toronto and she wanted to take me out for dinner for a change, so we went to a Vietnamese spot of her choosing. Well when they brought out the dinner, it was a large bowl of garbage. There was fish heads floating in it with cabbage hearts and various vegetables that looked like the cook had scraped off the cutting board into the bowl. I tried to be polite but I could not eat the stuff, but the restaurant that Kevin took me to in Ottawa was great, we had a good lunch.
We went back to the shop to see what the verdict was, the new mechanic had the back wheels off and had determined that the master the other truck garage sold me was totally wrong. We ordered the proper one for the R.V. from the original parts supplier. The counter man was very knowledgeable and he ordered the proper master that would be delivered the following day. It was 5pm and the end of the work day, so Kevin and I went back to his place to break the news to his wife that I would be spending another night on their sofa. All you people out there reading this know that a house guest starts to get a little stale after three days. Sharon didn’t say anything but that night was a little quiet around the West household. Little did she know there would be one more night of a big lump hanging out on her sofa.
