Good Morning...
Ok, I did find the manual and guess what it said? If light stays on: your anti-lock brake device is not working properly but you do have regular braking. Yea; I knew that. If light stays on: you need to see your ford service center. Yea: I knew that too. But what they didn't say is why did it go out after turning said vehicle off and restarting with no light on. The only thing I can figure out is: the both times the light came on was when I was spinning in the snow (which had ice underneath) or the sensor is going. If it happens again, I'll sent an e-mail to their ask the experts.
Anyhow, Saturday morning we departed around 11am homebound. Border questions were the usually. Drivers country and passenger country. How long was I in Canada? If I had anything to claim? How long is the lover staying in the States? Thank goodness the one question I hate is How did you meet? Where? How long have you known lover? The only question they don't ask is:How often do you have sex? All questions answered they gave the ok to pass into the States. Then it was onto Buffalo thru-way. Pay tolls and pray that traffic isn't crazy. Crazy I mean by the way of traffic weavers. NY and Ontario drivers are so impatience. They drive up to a pack of cars and try weaving throught cars to get ahead. All you see is brake lights in the pack. The weaver goes from the third lane to center to the first lane then repeats in reverse. What could be so important? The early bird specials are over by 12pm. The 22 miles on these interstate thru-ways are my nightmare of the trip or so I thought.
The drive thru snow country was pretty; you could see the ants coming down the slopes and the ski lift which was full heading for its drop off at the top. The closest I've come to skiing is slipping on ice; I guess you say that I was ice skating; never did the real thing in that either. Ah, the sheltered life. Then onto Salamanca. While patiently waiting for my turn to get gas (3rd at pump) The dickhead in the middle truck returned to his vehicle. He paid the attentdant and got in. Dick head started his truck; I'm ok with that. Whats not ok is that dickhead decides he can't wait for the attendant to put the gas cap back on the first truck so he can leave in an orderly fashion. I'm about two feet from dickheads bumper awaiting my turn at the first pump and he's about touching the first truck bumper. This doesn't give him much room for an exit around the first guy. Dickhead puts his truck in reverse, doesn't look behind him; I blow my horn and I throw the ford in reverse, check my mirror and move! The dickhead barely misses me and almost scrapes the first truck. Then said dickhead pulls out in front of a car on the main road; causing that driver to slam on his brakes. The attentdant said to me as I got out of the truck. "That sure was a close call; you're lucky that you backed up in time." This litterly pissed me off so I had to visit the ladies room while he fill the tank and I emptied mine. Then we went up the road for a quick stop at the casino so the lover could stretch his legs. And I could relax with Kenny Rodgers. He even paid me $75.30 to sit a spell with him. I do know how to hold'em and when to fold'em. After an hour of the lover stretching his legs we headed again for home.
The sunset was awesome...Pinks, reds and purple. Coming thru the mountains from Bradford to Ridgeway the lover snored in the passenger seat and I with my eagle eyes kept on the lookout for deer. Its end of rifle season in PA and those last minute hunters were out in full force. ( it reminded me of retail days and the rush on Christmas eve when the men have no more time to shop and they try to find the perfect gift ten minutes before closing) Oh the lover did arouse when we hit Stinky town; his smell senses work fine. Maybe I should bottle the smell for home use? By this time I need coffee; the eagle eye is getting droopy. We stop at Sheetz in Ridgeway for another bladder drop and a much needed coffee and donut break. Quite afew hunters doing the same thing. That last minute hunt trudging thru knee deep snow and make a man thirsty. One elderly gent approached the lover and asked if he was a game warden? Wonder want made him ask the live-in that? The lover said "He wish he was; but fested up that he was Canadian and just driving thru." Onward we go.
Near Marion Center and I being the lead car (I hate being the lead car) doing the posted speed limit of 55 the head lights pick up brown in the middle of the road. I being in the lead check the rear view mirror and apply my brakes to stop so brown could cross. Three brown females made it thru to the last day and I still had both bumpers intact. We got home at 6:05 safe and sound and had to use four wheel drive to get to the garage. Unload the luggage (lover's joy) and I make a bee line to the loo and onward to the coffee maker. Most of the evening was spent in a repentive motion. Its lunch time Sunday and I guess I better get ready to pick the turtles up at dads. Bye for now....
Anyhow, Saturday morning we departed around 11am homebound. Border questions were the usually. Drivers country and passenger country. How long was I in Canada? If I had anything to claim? How long is the lover staying in the States? Thank goodness the one question I hate is How did you meet? Where? How long have you known lover? The only question they don't ask is:How often do you have sex? All questions answered they gave the ok to pass into the States. Then it was onto Buffalo thru-way. Pay tolls and pray that traffic isn't crazy. Crazy I mean by the way of traffic weavers. NY and Ontario drivers are so impatience. They drive up to a pack of cars and try weaving throught cars to get ahead. All you see is brake lights in the pack. The weaver goes from the third lane to center to the first lane then repeats in reverse. What could be so important? The early bird specials are over by 12pm. The 22 miles on these interstate thru-ways are my nightmare of the trip or so I thought.
The drive thru snow country was pretty; you could see the ants coming down the slopes and the ski lift which was full heading for its drop off at the top. The closest I've come to skiing is slipping on ice; I guess you say that I was ice skating; never did the real thing in that either. Ah, the sheltered life. Then onto Salamanca. While patiently waiting for my turn to get gas (3rd at pump) The dickhead in the middle truck returned to his vehicle. He paid the attentdant and got in. Dick head started his truck; I'm ok with that. Whats not ok is that dickhead decides he can't wait for the attendant to put the gas cap back on the first truck so he can leave in an orderly fashion. I'm about two feet from dickheads bumper awaiting my turn at the first pump and he's about touching the first truck bumper. This doesn't give him much room for an exit around the first guy. Dickhead puts his truck in reverse, doesn't look behind him; I blow my horn and I throw the ford in reverse, check my mirror and move! The dickhead barely misses me and almost scrapes the first truck. Then said dickhead pulls out in front of a car on the main road; causing that driver to slam on his brakes. The attentdant said to me as I got out of the truck. "That sure was a close call; you're lucky that you backed up in time." This litterly pissed me off so I had to visit the ladies room while he fill the tank and I emptied mine. Then we went up the road for a quick stop at the casino so the lover could stretch his legs. And I could relax with Kenny Rodgers. He even paid me $75.30 to sit a spell with him. I do know how to hold'em and when to fold'em. After an hour of the lover stretching his legs we headed again for home.
The sunset was awesome...Pinks, reds and purple. Coming thru the mountains from Bradford to Ridgeway the lover snored in the passenger seat and I with my eagle eyes kept on the lookout for deer. Its end of rifle season in PA and those last minute hunters were out in full force. ( it reminded me of retail days and the rush on Christmas eve when the men have no more time to shop and they try to find the perfect gift ten minutes before closing) Oh the lover did arouse when we hit Stinky town; his smell senses work fine. Maybe I should bottle the smell for home use? By this time I need coffee; the eagle eye is getting droopy. We stop at Sheetz in Ridgeway for another bladder drop and a much needed coffee and donut break. Quite afew hunters doing the same thing. That last minute hunt trudging thru knee deep snow and make a man thirsty. One elderly gent approached the lover and asked if he was a game warden? Wonder want made him ask the live-in that? The lover said "He wish he was; but fested up that he was Canadian and just driving thru." Onward we go.
Near Marion Center and I being the lead car (I hate being the lead car) doing the posted speed limit of 55 the head lights pick up brown in the middle of the road. I being in the lead check the rear view mirror and apply my brakes to stop so brown could cross. Three brown females made it thru to the last day and I still had both bumpers intact. We got home at 6:05 safe and sound and had to use four wheel drive to get to the garage. Unload the luggage (lover's joy) and I make a bee line to the loo and onward to the coffee maker. Most of the evening was spent in a repentive motion. Its lunch time Sunday and I guess I better get ready to pick the turtles up at dads. Bye for now....
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