I had hoped that, after spending so much time needing to prove who I am and that I actually do live where I live, it would be done.
And in a way, it is. A major hurdle is now behind us.
Now it’s all about the van.
The parts I needed came in this morning, so I went back to the garage to get the work done to pass safety inspection.
This time, I brought my project bag so I could do some crochet while waiting. The garage isn’t in town, but along a major highway, so it’s not like I walk over to a coffee shop or something while I waited. 😉
One of the things that needed to be done was replace the LED brake light above the rear windshield. That went well, and it looks great. The previous one had a bit crack in it.
Then there was the ABS issue.
Yesterday, they replaced the connector for the harness and hooked it up, and were getting erratic readings.
The brakes themselves are working fine. The next thing was to replace the bearings. Which they did.
That didn’t solve the problem. The indicator lights are still turning on, and their readings still come back as erratic.
They ended up basically doing the entire safety inspection, all over again, trying to trace the problem (at no extra charge). Mechanically, they can find no reason for my ABS light to be on.
Which means it could be a wiring problem, or the instrument cluster in the dash.
If it were the instrument cluster, there would probably be other things going off, too. So it’s likely the harness. So they went ahead and ordered a new one for me. It’ll cost about the same as that LED light bar for the rear brake light.
Now, of the bearings they changed, one set was really bad. The second was borderline. So because that one might not have needed to be changed, and changing it didn’t solve the problem, they are not going to charge me labour to put in the new harness; just the cost of the part. I’ll get a call in a couple of weeks, when it’s expected to come in. I probably won’t actually come in to get it replaced until the end of the month, when next pay comes in.
After talking about passing the safety inspection so I could transfer the vehicle registration and insurance to this province, and confirming that I was going to keep the vehicle, and wasn’t trying to sell it, they signed off on the inspection. At this point, there is no actual safety issue. Just a light that’s turning on, and they don’t know why.
I did mention that it took a week after getting a new gas cap that the “check gas cap” notification to stop turning on. Who knows. Maybe the same thing will happen with the ABS indicator.
Once I paid for the work and got my inspection sheets, I went into town to transfer our vehicle, while the office was still open. Yay!
I get there and give the woman at the desk the inspection form and the insurance and registration cards.
She starts going over them, so I wait.
She kept looking back and forth.
Then back and forth again.
A perplexed expression began to form on her face.
Oh, dear. Now what?
After a while she tells me, the VIN numbers don’t match.
The VIN on the insurance and registration cards had different numbers than on the inspection form. The letters at the beginning matched, but the numbers were completely different.
I didn’t even think to double check. Why would I? Sure enough, the numbers were completely different.
Well, that meant going back to the garage. However, before I left, they asked me about my husband. His name is on the insurance and registration. He is the primary owner of the van, which allowed us to get a veteran’s plate.
Which meant he needed to be there.
Also, did he have his new license?
No. I explained that he doesn’t really drive anymore because of pain, and pain was why he hadn’t made it in to transfer his driver’s license.
After talking about options, including having his name taken off (would he have to fill out a gifting form?), but the easiest thing would be for him to come in, get his driver’s license transferred – they confirmed with me that he had all the necessary documentation! – then transfer the vehicle over at the same time.
Tomorrow being Good Friday, the office will be closed; that would mean coming in on Saturday, at the earliest. Otherwise, it would have to wait until after Easter.
I then asked about the time frame. Normally, there is 90 days to get all this done when moving to a new province. I’m over the 90 days.
After confirming that my insurance company was okay with it, they let me know that the provincial insurance would also be okay with it, since we are clearly at least TRYING to get it done! If we had simply not bothered for 6 months or something, that would be different. My file has notations for all of this, so there is documentation showing that it is actually being worked on.
So yes, I am indeed still driving legally!
When I went back to the vehicle, safety inspection form in hand, I went to look at the VIN on the dash, confirming that the one on the form did not match, while my insurance and registration cards did. Once in the vehicle, I phoned the garage and told them the numbers didn’t match. I was looking at the form as I called and realized that the year didn’t match, either. Instead of a 2005, it had 2007.
The guy at the garage was flabbergasted. How could that be? He went and checked on the computer, looking up the number that was on their copy of the form. Sure enough, it was coming back as a 2007 model. What the heck?
Then he remembered.
Didn’t I say something about getting a new door?
I had mentioned this to him only in passing, so I’m really impressed that he remembered. I didn’t even think of it. The mechanic must have taken the VIN from the door, instead of the dash, and that door frame is from another vehicle.
So I headed over to the garage to get a new form. When I parked, the guy (the owner, I think) came right out with one of the mechanics, and a new form. He’d filled everything else out already, and just had to take down the right VIN and confirm the year.
As the paperwork was being prepped, the mechanic looked at me and asked, “you’re (my younger brother)’s sister?” Yes, I am. “We went to school together!”
Turns out he’s from my home town and we’d both gone to the tiny little, two classroom school that was here (when the school closed, there were only 8 students from Kindergarten to grade 3!).
I admitted I didn’t remember him at all. After all these years, I barely remember anybody!
Still, it was cool to find that connection!
I now have the new safety inspection form, but that was it for the day. There was no way I could go home, pick up my husband, then come back before the office closed.
Meanwhile, the family was visited by a whole bunch of deer while I was gone, and my daughter got some photos.
Hungry Girl and Barbecue had come by. Mama and the twins, as usual, chased away Hungry Girl and Barbecue, though both came back to continue feeding near them later.
None of them, however were willing to allow two others to join them.
It’s the deer with no tail again! My daughter got this picture through the dining room window. They kept looking into the bush, and towards the pile of stuff nearby. Likely there was a cat somewhere in the area.
After the other 5 left, these two did get to go over the the feeding station and get some nibbles.
Then, not long after I got home, another deer showed up, all by itself. Number 8!
I chose this picture because of the interesting colour changes along its jaw and neck. It doesn’t show in any other photos. We’re thinking there might be something from the house reflecting onto her. No idea what it might be. Especially at that angle.
Tomorrow, the main goal of the day is to prepare the Easter basket for blessing on Saturday. I still need to find out what time that’s happening!
I’m really looking forward to it!