S..N..O..W! That is the four letter word that I would rather not hear. But since we live in Minnesota, snow is an inevitable occurrence. So, like all good Minnesotans, we expediently attach the snowplow to the Chevy truck towards the end of October. We heave a huge sigh of relief. We are confident that with that job taken care of, we are ready.
Hubby parked the truck and plow outside of the garage so that he could use the garage for a woodworking project before it got too cold. Having completed the woodworking task, he decided to move the plow truck back into the garage. Vrrhm pleasantly went the truck followed by the fading of the engine purr to nothing. This was repeated numerous times with the same results. “Security” declared the bright yellow light on the dashboard. What is that supposed to mean? After scouring the operator’s manual and numerous internet websites, it seemed to be apparent that something was wrong with the “passkey” theft deterrent system. Great! The system that keeps others from stealing the truck also keeps us from starting it when things have gone awry.
Now, we have a real problem.
The solution, those with knowledge say, is to reset the code in the internal computer by following a sequence. “Turn the key on ‘run’ and let it sit there for ten minutes.” This is the first instruction we decide to follow. That sounds simply enough. This time, there is total silence when the key is finally turned. Now the battery is dead too. That worked really well. . . With frustration mounting, we decide that maybe we need to put the battery charger on while we try this process. Maybe that will prevent the battery from going dead because even if the procedure works, if the battery is dead at the end, it has to be repeated. The updated instruction is to “Turn key to off position, turn to run, and wait ten minutes three times” before trying to start it. With the battery charger securely mounted, hubby goes through the process again. End product – dead silence. Thinking that the battery charger is not working, off he goes to buy a new one.
The next evening, with the new battery charger attached, I decide to try this process myself since hubby isn’t home yet. The sky is crying with me as I trudge out every ten minutes to go through the sequence. I am getting confused. Should I stand on the right foot or the left foot? Should I do a somersault, then a backflip, before I turn the key? It would probably help just as much. The security light still stares back at me and that nice purr of an engine that almost gets my hopes up still dies within two seconds of the key being released.
Six to eight inches of snow is headed towards Iowa and Minnesota in a couple of days says the weatherman later that evening. What are we going to do? We need to take the snowplow off to get the truck to a repairman but how can we get the plow off when the truck won’t run. We can’t tow the truck down the road with the plow dragging either. What a conundrum! My hubby decides to take it upon himself to tackle this while I am at work the following evening. He uses his work pickup to drag the plow truck forward enough to be able to get the plow on level ground. Somehow, he gets the plow to release without the engine running. He then decides to tow the disabled truck backwards to get it into position for loading on a truck. What doesn’t get calculated into the equation is the two inches of rain which we have received over the last couple of days. He finds himself off of the gravel driveway with his five ton truck. I come home a few hours later to find six inch deep tire ruts from spinning tires and some well indented tracks through the “wildflower” bed. Well, I have to say, he has been successful and the truck is ready to load and take to someone who knows more about this than we do. The tracks will have to wait until spring for repair and suspense will keep us on edge, though, as snow in Minnesota can arrive any day now. Oh no! Was that a snowflake I saw float by the window. If you don’t see us for the rest of the winter, you will know why. Things to come, I am sure.