As many of you know, the Isuzu kicked the bucket the other day. I find it quite depressing that my first blog post should have to address such a tragic event, but that's life -- I guess.
Anyway, it happened on our return to K-Ville after Spring Break. Amy, my roommate Brad, and I were heading north from Macon when the engine started making a terrible rattling. We had a few good old boys look under the hood in La Plata. They bore woeful news, saying that he end was near for the Isuzu.
After rumbling in to a Kirksville auto shop, the word of the men in La Plata proved to be quite prophetic.
Officially, the mechanic said -- after listening to the engine with the car equivalent of a stethascope -- a berring had come loose from the crank shaft. I don't know much about cars, but basically I think of it as being about what it would feel like if the kneecap came loose in someone's leg, leaving the crunching of bone on bone.
So the Isuzu, my dearest vehicular friend, died a painful and inglorious death.
But, all kidding aside, I really feel like I've learned a lot from this predicament. God has shown me what's really important in life: family, friends, my relationship with Amy. And he's used so many people to encourage me in this somewhat stressful time. Literally dozens of people have come up to me, giving sympathy but also helping in the process of living without a vehicle. As disappointing as losing the Isuzu has been, it's truly been a great joy to have this trial.
Zach
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