My beloved 1994 Jeep Wrangler broke down on me three times this year. First the clutch went. Later the engine sprang a leak through a broken oil gauge fitting. And yesterday, the radiator went bad on me.
The first breakdown was close enough to physically push it home and to the mechanic. The second time I was actually on the highway far from home when I lost oil pressure, but by a stroke of good fortune I was within a mile of the nearest mechanic and coasted to safety.
Yesterday was my first time getting this Jeep towed. The folks at the shop couldn't understand why I was grinning ear to ear.
I've taken this 23 year old Jeep as far away as Pittsburgh and Columbus this year. I've depended on it to be on time for important meetings. I've been far from home with the windows off and the rain pouring down. The breakdowns could have been oh so inconvenient. None of them were.
This isn't just a count your blessings message. This is also a face your fears message. If 6 months ago, someone told me these three breakdowns would occur randomly by fall, I would have been shook.
I'm not sure how often I would've driven it or where I would've gone. Maybe I wouldn't have pushed my luck far enough for the first breakdown to occur?
Instead I'm sitting here this morning having dodged all three bullets. And I'll be moving forward with a new clutch and new radiator after the summer was said and done.
Risk is real. Bad things happen. But you can't catch a lucky break until you're out there living it.