This reminded me of what happened back in '05. It was a '3s' that took place in the span of 2 days.
I had a job in a hospital that was an hour and half away that required overnight call, and sometimes they didn't have a place for me to sleep. So I took my 31' class A and stayed in the church parking lot across the street from the hospital, they let me use their electricity for free. On Monday I would drive down, work all day, take call that night, work half day on Tuesday and go home, repeat on Thursday/Friday.
On this particular morning I was cruising along at 70mph, one hand on the wheel, left leg propped up and was enjoying the ride.. until... front left tire blew out. Not flat, not any warning, just exploded. I managed to get it stopped in the ditch across the other side of the road and still counting my lucky stars no one was coming down the other side or I would have had a head on collision. And the reason I am kind of scared of class A's. I limped the vehicle about 10 feet to a side dirt road. That was a lucky bad luck thing #1.
So I called my (late) hubby to help with changing the tire. Proceeded to cook breakfast on side of the road. He showed up about an hour later, broken casted foot and all, and we set about changing the tire. You know, it was funny, the ONLY person to stop and ask if we needed help was a farmer who had a casted broken arm, lol. Anyways, so tire changed, but needed air, my boss sent her hubby with an air compressor. We were then were ready to go, or so we thought... not a half mile down the road I was a dead, dead stick. Yep, unlucky bad thing #2, transmission completely wiped out. Same broken arm farmer happened by again and said we could park the rig on his land until we could fix it. As (bad) luck would have it, the transmission was a type that was very hard to find, 'needle in a haystack' as my mechanic-y bro-in-law put it when they looked at it the next day to figure out what was going on.
So, front tire blow out that coulda did me in, then an impossible to fix transmission for a rig sitting in a farmers yard... I went to get online to chat with a friend in Illinois, and wouldn't you just know it.. #3, my computer took a dump. I had had it at that point, had myself a fit right there. It's kinda funny to admit it, but I beat the crap out of that computer. Took out all of my frustration on it, broke the tower into pieces, broke the keyboard shelf, put a dent in the wall, and bruised myself up good, then had a big huge cryfest on the floor for about 30 minutes. Wouldn't you know it, that damn computer was mocking me, there it sat in pieces and it decided to start right up and work again. Good times, good times.
That was my 3's. As luck would have it, a transmission was located a few hours from me. My hobbling hubby and bro-in-law changed out the transmission in front of that nice farmers yard. My computer didn't act up again on me for fear of it's death. I quit that miserable job a few months after that and decided to aggressively get out of debt and sold the class A. (got rid of $56k debt in 18 months, 12 months of it on late hubby's single salary.. had a blast doing it, too) Became debt free in March '07. Fun times!!
