It's not my fault

Let's be honest, I am really good at blaming other people and getting away with it. When I was little it was always Devin's fault (then he moved out, but I still tried to blame him) and then I became an only child at home so then it was always a nieces or nephews fault. Now its typically Kevin's fault. However Sunday when we went over a little speed bump leaving church and our right axle broke it really wasn't our fault.

About a week and a half before we had taken the car in for an oil change before we headed out on all our little trips. They of course checked everything over and told us our right axle was leaking. After a little call to my father to ask him if it was important we get it fixed before we left we decided that we would get it fixed. So we did. Then we went to Washington to pick up Brooklyn, went camping, went to Grants Pass, Craig took it to Seattle, and then we took Craig to the airport. Saturday after Craig got back Kevin mentioned to me that when he was driving home from Grants Pass he went around a corner and the steering acted funny, and took him off the road a little bit. Craig had also mentioned to him that it had done it a couple times to him in Seattle. I asked my dad of course again and he said that we should take it back in and just have them look at it again. 

So Sunday came and my parents left and we headed to church. While sitting in sacrament I made a list of things I needed to do that week... I know I know real reverent. Needless to say the car getting checked out made it to the top of my list. So after church we headed out, went over one speed bump, then a second. There was a huge crashing/ dragging noise and the car came to a complete halt. (I admit I was afraid we hit something or someone). I soon realized though that something had gone terribly wrong with the car. I then proceeded to get out of the car and realized my door (Passenger side) would not open. The axel had broke and due to the motion of the car the tire had got jammed into the wheel rim which then jammed my door up. Luckily we were at church and everyone jumped in to help and offered us rides. Kevin headed home with our home teacher to pick up our other car while Brooklyn and I waited for a tow truck. We were hoping triple A would tow for us since my parents have triple A and they own the car. However when I turned 23 I could no longer be on the policy so they wouldn't tow. After a few panicked phone calls to the car place (sales was only open not service) we decided we would just call a random towing company and have the car towed to the car place. 

Then we waited. And waited. And waited. Okay so it really wasn't that long, it just felt like it because it was fast Sunday and we were really hungry. But the tow truck came and had a bit of trouble getting it hooked up since they usually tow it by the tires or the axle. Which was not possible on our car. But he figured it out and we got it towed. 

So after a few phone calls Monday morning (They said they hadn't got a good look at it because they couldn't figure out how to move it) the car place established that there was a bolt missing in the axel. Either they did not tighten it enough and it had come loose, or they tightened it too much and cracked it and it fell out. The other option was the axle needed a special bolt and they did not put the right bolt on. Either way though it was not our fault so it was completely covered. They fixed the axle, the steering column, did all the body work, and gave us a nice 2013 Cruze rental for the week while they fixed it. I was impressed with there service and that they did take responsibility for it and took great care of us after it happened. I was also very happy that this did not happen to us while driving 65 on the freeway during one of our many trips. We were definitely being watched over.