Overhaulin' is a reality TV show on the The Learning Channel that takes old cars and remodels them for deserving drivers. The vehicles are amazingly tricked out by designer Chris Foos. There is a lot of fun and many zany pranks on the show and the end results are just amazing.
The show's crew produces end results like this:
I applied to Overhaulin' for some help with my husband's old Econoline van but never heard from them.
I am not a car person at all. As a matter of fact, I never wanted to drive when I was young because I was afraid to. It would have suited me just fine to be the little lady driven to church and to the market. Women's Liberation saw to it that I would drive all my life, white knuckled, and refusing to pump my own gas. I had a sixty mile commute to school each day for five years before I retired. This old gal has covered many a mile behind the wheel.
Last year, I let the finance company repossess the lemon of a PT Cruiser that had four fans replaced in two years. It was dead again. I have been on foot ever since in my small town hauling my groceries in a little cart and going to the pharmacy to pick up prescriptions for my disabled husband whenever a friend was unable to give me a lift or seemed kind of grudging. That was often.
Robert has had this old Econoline van parked in the driveway for a over a year. It is too large for me because I am accustomed to small vehicles. Even so, I told him I would man up and drive it. The van represents Bob's freedom and it has been grounded much like he has since a recent amputation and colostomy.
There are no specialized garages within hundreds of miles of here and so I had to work with the locals. While Bob was last hospitalized this spring, I took the van to the garage to have the thing fixed so that I would not have to plug in and unplug the battery in order to start it. This was happening because the specialized wheelchair lift drew the power out of the battery and it was dead and needed a jump everytime. We don't know our neighbors and did not want to bother them with a daily request. I paid but the the battery still drained.
The mechanics were also to stabilize the seat that swiveled for Bob to mount it. It flopped around when I tried to drive and it was frankly unsafe. It was like one leg was missing on a chair. I asked them to bolt it in some way and instead they welded the thing tightly with the seat 1/2 inch from the wheel! I don't even know how Bob's friend drove it off the lot that way.
I paid some Mexican mechanics to move the seat back to because the other garage refused to even look at specialized equipment. As it turned out the seat's unwelding would require more than they were able to do. Bob can't get in it anymore but I thought maybe he might be able to unweld it later. In addition to that, I had the other mechanics install a very heavy wheelchair lift, just only the mechanical part, so that Bob could do the electrical later when he was able to get out of bed.
Today, Bob got up for the first time to see what was up with the van. I guess he got tired of me complaining about having to walk through all weathers such as 45 mph winds in the freezing cold and over 100 degrees of heat all summer. Winter is coming again. He was very disappointed to see that the Mexican mechanics had installed the thing 1/2 inch short of its being able to function electrically.
The misplacement thwarted Bob's plan to get under the van and rewire the thing. Of course, I was not going to let my crippled, one legged husband get under there and offered to put a blanket on the ground and try to wriggle under there myself to follow his directions.
It's a little dark to see the wheelchair lift that was badly installed.
See the disgusted look on his face? I am shattered because I spent over $500 dollars getting these "repairs" done by supposed professionals and to no avail.
I am crying now because Bob and I are arguing about how friends and family have let us down again and again. He always sees the good in people and I am going to call people on their bad and indifferent behavior. I did everything I possibly could but no woman is an island except me. We have family nearby. They are too busy or I think indifferent to help us. I should have taken a picture of the forty year old neighbor drinking beer and watching us from across the street. Bob has one friend with over ten cars in his garage and could not find even one to sell us or to loan even though he has no qualms whatever about almost daily visits at mealtime.
I am pretty disgusted with people right now and have to agree with Sartre. Other people are hell. The funny thing is that I have helped people all my life and should have good helping karma. But no. If it were not for the support of my Open Salon pals, this spring, I am certain I would have gone mad. Please if you see someone who is bearing a load, whatever it is, won't you stop and help? Do unto others.