I have had my fair number of break downs with regard to vehicles throughout my life. May it have been riding with my folks home on the SLEX in the middle of night. With my mom because of a wrong turn and as she put it, if I remember right, "a totally unthought of island" in Greenhills. Or more recently running out of gas with my grandparents in the back seat, twice!
I know the last one takes the cake and immediately gets categorized stupid but let me at least talk about the other two and how we got out of those situations then let me defend myself.
So okay, first the SLEX breakdown. This must have happened a little over 18 years ago because this is one of my oldest memories ever.
We were coming back from a resort south of Manila I am guessing, either in Batangas or Tagaytay, when this happened but what I am sure of is that I suddenly woke up from sleeping in the back seat because we hit something.
Trying to recall the scene after all this time is quite daunting so I am just gonna say it was dark, cars were zipping past, we did not actually hit a car but got caught up on a large piece of concrete debris that sort of stuck up our black Pajero. I remember we could not drive off of it and we were stranded far from home.
My dad's fix was to call the driver or someone I do not remember and have him bring the other car out to where we were so we could go home and they could deal with the problem. So that's what happened it was his way of fixing the problem which I figured at the time quite cool cause it was like he could call someone in the middle of the night to fix his problem, back then that is. Now I am more of a believer of digging your own way out, easy fix or not.
Next my mom's incident with an island. This must have been closer to around 16 years ago cause I remember my dad was out of town and we could not call on him to help when it happened.
After a late night grocery at Greenhills me and mom were headed home when she wanted to take the faster way home because of the Ortigas traffic. So she took a left rather than our typical right and wouldn't you know it we jumped a small island and got our left rear wheel caught between an island and well air cause we were propped up. What is worse is that some how the tire popped, it was flat and I mean you could see it hanging on the rim sort of.
Imagine me a 7 year old at the time trying to help my mom figure this all out. That was not going to happen, so here is my mom trying to call someone on her Smart phone (the size of a shoe) when three guys approach us offering assistance.
Oh to my mom's relief the three of them were engineering students living on Anapolis and willing to lend a hand in changing the wheel and driving our Corolla of the island. So we did not keep them for long and after all that, my mom forever dubbed them her three musketeers for coming to our aid at our time of need. So much so that I remember we dropped of christmas baskets at their condo for at least 2 holiday seasons.
Now we get to more recent breakdowns, I am proud to say that in my short history of driving which is just under three years I have not had any major breakdowns with regard to any accident of the sort with any of the cars I have driven. Though I am ashamed to say it I have broken down because I have ran out gas twice with our family Innova, both occasions while driving my grandparents to sunday lunch.
The first time was in the first year of my driving and our Innova konked out on me 100 meters short of the gas station I was hoping to gas up at because I thought it would last, in my defense at this time the gas gauge WAS REALLY BROKEN and everyone who drove it could attest to that.
So I had to walk to the gas station, fill up a 1.5 liter coke bottle with diesel (first time i saw the color of gas, it looks like piss which was weird) and I brought the mechanic back with me because I did not know how to manually pump the gas back into the engine. After about 30 minutes of walking, pumping, and gunning the engine we got back on track and made it to sunday lunch with time to spare. Yet it was still pretty embarrassing and ended up being the talk of the weekend.
The second time was last year but luckily the Innova died just as I pulled up to have it gassed, I would like to blame another family member for driving it the night before without considering or bothering to gas it up before coming home from his late night shinanigans and that is all I have to say.
So again we had to the pump action with the engine but at least this time I knew what to do myself or so I though because it still took the mechanic to do it right for the car to start. At least this time it was not so embarrassing and no one really knew about it cause nothing to bad happened.
There is one more thing though, and it is the real reason why I am writing about this. That is because this morning as I drove my mother to the airport I ran out of gas for the fudging third time. What is worse is that this time I was alone and abandoned by my mother even though she knew I would be left to fend for myself in her justification it was because she had a flight to catch (THANKS FOR THE LOVE MOM!).
For this occasion as I was abandoned so I had to do it all myself, I grabbed a cab to the nearest gas station while leaving the Innova at the airport departure area under check with the Military. I borrowed a bottle again grabbed another cab back and did the engine pumping by myself, and sure enough got the Innova running. Of course I gassed up with a further 400 at the gas station when I returned the bottle of gas just to make sure I got home with plenty to spare and to show that at least I am not an ars about gassing up.
Now I come to the thought part because at first I felt a certain amount of accomplishment being that I was able to get myself out of a break down bind all by myself without the help of any significant others. So I felt good about myself, thinking and knowing this is just another bind that maybe in the future I might be able to help myself out of again or maybe some one else in need.
Then again third time is the charm and to think that I have ran out of gas with the same car on three separate occasions is something all in itself, and pretty damned stupid, right?
So what is it people, in my situation was it good enough to be manly or was it just plain stupid?