I’m sitting on the A train to Manhattan as I write this. Being a country boy, I’m braving the storm of awkward stares from people with very large Dr Dre Beats headphones on to get this to you.
The Blackford Chronicles continue with the most annoying and unbelievable turn of events… yet we still haven’t reached the mother load.
I’ll save that for the finale tomorrow.
I mentioned that the Blackford I bought had but a weeee 440 miles on it. Great right? It was salvaged for hail damage. I’d thought I’d won the world with a deal too good to be true (alas… it actually was, in an epic way).
Well, this part of the story I wanted to share today involves a bit of a pretext or backstory.
Hail damage requires that you replace all surfaces that face up. Meaning the hood, the roof, etc. In order to replace the roof you have to literally CUT IT OFF and weld on a new one. Well, turns out, the shop that rebuilt my Blackford was in Hawaii. The truck was salvaged in Oklahoma. Anyone’s guess how the dumb thing ended up Hawaii. Anyhoo, after they cut the roof off they just let it sit for, um, I don’t know, weeks maybe? In Hawaii there’s a quality in the air that puts a fine red coating on things. It wrecked the interior of the car… Imagine the damage to a vehicle sitting open with no roof in a humid wet climate. (Yes, I STILLLLL bought the dumb thing though the interior looked like that of a 12 year old truck owned by a family with 8 kids. So… back to the repairs. Welding a new roof back on, coating the whole thing in Bondo, painting it to match and then putting it back together is no small task. And that’s where it all went bad.
I live in a warm/hot climate. In the summer it gets over 100 degrees regulary.
So, with that hot climate in mind…. what is the result of a careless Bondo + paint job that had mistakenly trapped in tiny amounts of moisture and/or air bubbles?
Don’t worry. I shall tell you.
The paint on the entire roof of the vehicle began to bubble like a geyser from Yellowstone National Park. Then of course it cracks and peels and starts to rust.
Blackford. You’re killing me.
First time it did this to me was last summer (2014). Notice I said first time. They did a patch up job.
But just yesterday I dropped the truck off to get repainted AGAIN with a much more violent occurence of said bubbling. This time they are going to re-Bondo the entire roof.
It’s like a bad dream on repeat.
So what’s your bad dream that repeats over and over again?
Could it go something like this?… Might be the effects of one small habit or change that you struggle to create and stick to OR one bad habit that you can’t shake… they act like a tiny air bubble under the surface of the paint that when baked with pressure they explode and wreck momentum and cause… um, well, [insert any manner of bad or expensive consequences here] … but no matter how hard you try, your “patch job” doesn’t quite do the trick does it? So the cycle gets stuck on repeat.
You need something else, a deeper change and instant breakthrough.
And that my friend, I can afford you and it won’t cost you the price of a paint job or two paint jobs and one epic lemon of a vehicle either. Won’t cost you anything but 15 minutes.
This is where the metaphorical castration starts. At least that’s what it felt like emotionally.
Daddy’s supposed to make the happy choices and do the right thing, be prudent and protective and provide… Right? Hours before, I thought I was…
I had no idea how critical a DVD player was to the sanity of my little family.
If the DVD player was whacked, then I wonder what else was off? I went hunting for the darkness, finally seeing “reality” for the first time. To name a few:
The driver’s side door rattles like it’s going to fall off, constantly. On a new truck?
The dash is loose so that it cracks and pops at random times.
The weather trimming of the door is loose.
There is a thin film of paint that covers the entire car as if it sat in a paint shop and collected overspray.
The leather seats look like they’re 40 years old, covered with a red substance that looks like it was hard to clean off.
There are knicks and scratches everywhere on the exterior AND the interior as if the Blackford had already been beaten to submission by a bevy of children.
The digital screen on the navigation had a milky film on it.
I mentioned we had a road trip coming up to “break in” the Blackford. Eleven hours was plenty of time to let the results of my hasty decision impload my manhood.
Here’s what happened… ALL I COULD SEE WAS THE WARTS.
So there I was, driving my family around in a 2013 Ford Expedition Limited 4WD with 440 miles on it that I got for $20k off. Beautiful black with a hint of red and it felt all rotten. At a glance, people would see the truck and think one thing, but I knew the “truth.” It was laced with “salvaged” and “second-rated-ness” and “fake-ness.”
So what about us?
Are you looking through a milky screen, hearing the rattles, and feeling the scratches and THAT is all you can think about yourself?
As you struggle to move forward and mystify the demons in life and business, it’s hard to silence the rattles. The constant nagging reminding you that you’re a nobody, you’re rotten, you’re a fraud, you’re not good enough.
The real truth is, you are a brilliant human with the ability to create just by choosing to… and yet all we can think about is how we’re broken, and wrong and not cut out for greatness… or that we’re missing something. Always searching. Always chasing for something greater as if we don’t possess greatness.
“Surely, if I can’t get myself to do this one stupid thing I know I need to be doing to move my life and business forward…. this one simple habit (or stop a bad one), there must be something wrong with me.”
Stop that. There is more to see and it’s right in front of your face.
If you feel this way in your life and in your business, get on the phone with me.
Tomorrow, as if the Blackford Chronicles couldn’t get any worse… it does. And it’s epic. Read part 4 here.
Go. Fight. Win.
P.S. If you found a seemingly good deal on a sweet vehicular that happened to be a branded title, what would you have done? Well… first thing I should have done was to consult a professionally auto body tech. He could have easily seen what I couldn’t.
Sometimes, you have to pull in a professional to see what you can’t (big reason why I do these Instant Breakthrough calls). Because we see only what we want to see, the good or the ugly. At first, all I could see was the good. Then, what seemed like minutes later, all I could see was the bad. Wish I would have had the smarts to pick up the phone and call someone who would have told me the truth exactly as I needed to hear it.