The electric fan on my Mail Jeep seized up yesterday towards the end of the route.

I have two fans….one that’s belt driven that turns all the time…and one that’s electric that comes on when the temperature really climbs.

I noticed that, over the loud radio, the car seemed to be running a lot more quietly….and it was the absence of the working electric fan that was contributing to the peacefulness.

A Jeep on a mail route runs hot.

I think that’s the nature of the Jeeps to run hot, anyway, but all the stopping and starting on a hot day gives it a chance to REALLY WARM UP.

I think that I might have come close to melting the wiring harness going to the fan motor, too.

There was a bunch of white smoke….er, some white smoke….and a burnt plastic smell.

That’s not a good smell.

(I listen to and smell my car all the time….watching for the pre-breakdown warnings.)

Anyway….exciting day.

I turned around and booked for home to give the engine a chance to cool off, and got the old Toyota truck that I used to deliver with before I got the Jeep.

It was like riding a bike (remembering wise, that is) to drive from the passenger seat.

That’s what it is to drive one of these rural routes.

No matter how much preventive maintenance you do, something is going to go wrong with your vehicle at some point.

I just don’t like it if something is ALWAYS GOING WRONG.

That’s hard.

I’m hyping it up….stuff rarely goes wrong.

It’s usually pretty smooth sailing.

Then, why is it the hard stuff that I remember?