Our 2002 Chevy Silverado started making a racket two weeks ago.
Such a racket that it put Scrooges Marley to shame! After a valiant effort, our neighborhood mechanic just couldn’t figure out where the sound was coming from. Five days later I arrived for my appointment at our local GM dealer.
Of course, pulling our beater farm vehicle into a dealership was slightly embarrassing especially when I rolled up next to the new Escalade driver. Fortunately, I was wearing my chicken poop boots so the Escalade driver got the picture and probably a snoot full. This would have been a great time for a visible thought bubble. Mine would’ve said “Whatever, Escalade owner. I’ve owned 2 Corvettes in my day and raced one of them at Thunderhill Race Track”. Take that if you will. I decided to let the boots speak for me.
You know what’s coming next:
The truck was purring like a kitten. Like it knew…”Oh no Mom. Don’t take me to the doctor. They have wands they put in weird places”. Ya. Not. A. Peep. The dealership did their best to placate me. The crazy chicken poop boot wearing weirdo who is now apparently hearing things.
They took our poor truck in. Dialed in this. Twirled that. Modulated the other. Nothing. There was a recall on our tailgate straps. PHEW! I was worried about those (note sarcasm).
Fortunately for me they DID find $800 worth of other things they could do to it. Really fellas, I just want the SHAKING AND RATTLING to stop or in this case – start so you can stop it. I drove for an hour hoping to make the sound come back. Found a great sale on some shirts at Meijers! At least I could have ONE win. Still nada with the sound.
Ok. Truck: 1 Me: 0