My car adventure this weekend

So there I was just enjoying my Saturday trying to catch up on some important reading….when little miss L comes storming in saying the car won’t start.  I ask what’s wrong and she goes “I don’t know. It doesn’t start! It turns and then it just goes ….” Then L makes a sound no human has ever made a day in their life. This is when I know its bad.

So I get dressed, not sure what I am going to do about it. Let’s be honest, I am no Thor from Adventures in Babysitting, but I can do a few things with a car. I have changed the oil, battery, radiator hose, and done some other mods on past cars, but I mostly stayed away from this car!

So I go downstairs and get in the car. The garage is poorly lit (on purpose I am sure) and it is easily 95 degrees down there. I immediately start sweating.

I turn the key and sure enough, I hear that sound that L mimicked just minutes earlier. Along with that, the lights flash out of control and the engine doesn’t turn over, and the console beeps a bunch of times.  But, I remain calm. This is our only car…there is no alternate mode of tramsportation for L. Plus I have to be at work in 4 hours…so there’s no point in getting mad at anything or anyone.  This just needs to get fied and its nobodys fault.

So I go upstairs and use my troubleshooting and problem solving skills that my job has taught me so well.  I am convinced that I could seriously find the answer to any question or problem on Google.  I am Jeeves!

I figure out that the car is triggering its anti theft mode most likely because the car doesn’t have enough electricity to start it, so it thinks that it is being hot wired. This is why the engine won’t turn over like it would with some cars.

I know its not the starter because that wouldn’t cause the lights to flash and surge the power.  So I conclude the battery is dying…so….I call around to some places to see if anyone has a battery. One place does so I go downstairs first to try to get a jump. A nice young man attempts to help us but can’t. Now the battery is really dying!

So I am sweating my life away in this cavernous garage trying to remove my battery blindly when I hear a tiny mouselike voice behind me say “Do you need some help?”  I turn and its some 22 year old girl in heels and a dress… who just drove by in a BMW.  I kind of giggle and say no I am ok and smile. She then goes, “I don’t know what I would have done but I had an Eagle Talon so I learned a few things about cars.” 

My mom had an Eagle and that thing stayed in the shop!!  I thank her again and appreciate her kindness as she departs.  So I finally get tthis 35 pound battery out of the trunk. Yes it is in the trunk, and I rig this carrying bag and head out on my sweaty 3/4 mile trek. Along the way a guys stops to ask me how to get to Rosslyn and I tell him, wiping sweat from my face to appear semi sane.

He thanks me, notices my battery and asks “you heading that way? Want a ride?”  I look on the inside of his luxury car and see the white leather seats…is he crazy?  I had a filthy dirty battery, and he is offering this sweaty dirtball into his car for a ride?

I politely refuse, tell him I am about a block away, and continue on. I got the new battery, trekked back with this awkward slug of a battery and threw it back in the trunk. I plugged it back up, and sweatily jumped in the car to turn the key.

::Music to my ears::

The car starts!

The main thing was, in three hours I had three people help or offer to help me!  For some reason, I kind of have a restored faith in mankind. I am sure someone will squat over that faith today and mask it with a big “stink stink” as my nephew calls it.

Until then, thanks Arlington for your kindness. The sweaty stinky man with the battery thanks you tremendously.


One Response to My car adventure this weekend

  1. L says:

    Actually you had four people offer to help and I was the only one who actually did help. I held the flashlight as best I could. Thank you for fixing your car so I could get around.

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