This is a true story.
So one day when my husband and I were dating, we borrowed my father’s truck to go to the lake. We were doing about 65 on the I-17 headed North to lake Bartlett. Before we knew it, we were doing 85 with no signs of stopping without an intervention on our part. I know what you are thinking. No, I didn’t come up with this story to tell my father or get out of a speeding ticket. The truck go to 90 and my husband’s foot wasn’t even on the gas. We pulled off on to the gravel shoulder, rode the brake and eventually got it stopped and put in park. We called AAA and scheduled a tow back home. We notified my father and took the car into the shop.
It turns out that about a week prior to our incident, my father had taken the truck to the dealership for a recall. They somehow managed to cause a real problem while simply replacing the alternator. A loose nut and bolt was pinching the cable that attaches the gas pedal to the valve. Pushing the pedal would open the valve, but releasing it did nothing; it was held in place by the loose wing nut. With added speed came a added fuel witch, in turn, caused us to hit “95 when we ride” with no intentions. I think it’s funny that in a big corporation sometimes the right hand doesn’t know what the left is doing. The car goes in for one issue that could become a problem and leaves with a problem that is a real issue. It’s another car-care conspiracy.