Captain’s Log, Monday:
10:30 am: I don’t get it. For no apparent reason, the truck went from a smooth running flawless example of modern refinement… to an uncontrollable terrifying vibrating paint mixer that shook my skull loose.
10:40 am: I still don’t get it. The brakes don’t feel hot. The transmission seems proper. The engine hasn’t skipped a beat (though my heart has). There was no collision. Nothing weird about the pavement surface. Crawling underneath the truck showed nothing amiss. The drivetrain looks fine. No road debris has wrapped itself around a driveshaft. The tires are sound. The hubs aren’t dented. There’s no damn reason why my truck should turn so suddenly… evil.
10:50 am: I still don’t get it. I’ve rolled forward and back. Everything smooth. Nothing out of balance. Engine is still idling smoothly and flawlessly.
10:51 am: Fuck it. I’m driving to the nearest town. Then I’m going to sell the truck and buy a mule.