The Adventures of Old Red

So ever since Kyle had to get rid of his truck when we got married due to the high cost of owning it (somehow this has always been my fault even though he was the one who did it)  he has been in mourning.  So when we found out we were going to have a little money coming in again and we ran onto a really good deal we purchased him an old 1991 Ford F150 Truck.  It seemed to be in good condition and came with a shell and snowplow.  For as old as it is it has low miles and the interior is in good condition.  After driving it for a month or so it started leaking oil.  So you would think it would be no big deal to change an oil pan.  Boy would you be wrong!!!

Dad and Kyle spent all of last Saturday in Greg's shop under the truck attempting to change the oil pan.  Turns out it involves moving both the engine and the transmission.  After 11 hours they admitted defeat, loaded the truck onto the trailer and took it to the auto shop.  So the $130 in parts turned into a much, much larger bill (although not quite as much as I figured it would). 

Last night Dad, Mom, Tyler, Marlee, and Marijka met us in Layton for dinner at Red Robin to bring us the truck.  My Dad keeps apologizing because he couldn't fix the truck.  I'm the one who should be apologizing for making him attempt to fix it for 11 hours and coming home so covered in oil and transmission fluid that he had to throw away his clothes.  It just shows the kind of man my Dad is that he blames himself for not being able to help me out.  Thanks for trying Dad.  I'm sorry you went through so much just because I'm cheap.  I love you for all you do for Kyle and me. 

And now Kyle has a truck and no longer feels like his right arm is missing.  If it wasn't dark outside I'd go take a picture for you.