It comes roadworthy and with a psych evaluation


It’s funny the personalities our cars develop. I noted this more so than normal yesterday when I stopped to help someone out in the carpark, who had their bonnet up and wasn’t looking particularly excited. Flat battery, as it turns out. While I had all the equipment for that on hand, including the spare battery, it seems the spare isn’t fully charged anymore… I must have taken it off the charger a bit early. Anyway, as it turns out, while we were moving the car to somewhere more accessible, so as to jump-start it, we discovered it roll-started just dandy. Very impressive, I thought; the car was barely moving. It was a Honda CR-V, for reference.

Anyway, while we were talking about our cars and their little quirks, she mentioned she had to keep a hammer in the driver’s door pocket in her previous car; she’d have to give the starter motor three quick taps before it would work. Doesn’t sound too different to my situation. I’m surprised no-one’s suggested soft chanting and tracing mystic runes as well. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Of course, I still need jump leads… long ones, too, as yesterday emphasised – the little island inbetween facing parks was just enough to prevent Rob’s leads from reaching. D’oh.

Plus, Rob’ll probably want his back one day. ๐Ÿ˜‰

It was also sadly ironic that Rob left just before we realised we’d have to move her car, which we needed a third person for. Nonetheless, we conscripted some sprightly young lad as he passed, so it all worked out. ๐Ÿ™‚

The Maximum Force of the Future


So… I don’t receive any domestic news, so perhaps someone can inform me as to what the heck is going on with petrol? More specifically, where is it? The first petrol station I stopped at today was out at all but one pump (of over a dozen), which was selling at $1.45. The next was a more reasonable $1.30, but still only had a few pumps open, and was completely out of LPG.

Eh? Did I miss something? Didn’t we invade some country recently to get more petrol?

I guess it’s time to trade-in for a ’73 Falcon, and move out to Fairhaven.

‘course you know, this means war!


So, lo and behold, my battery was dead again today. This is the original battery, which I’m pretty sure is good. And the new one didn’t drop any voltage after sitting for several days. So, it’s not a dodgy battery. Damnit!

So now I’m back to square one. I blame the amp. But it seems if I disconnect the battery while the car’s off, then measure the current, it’s not being used… but I know it is, before I disconnect it. So something in the car is presumably meant to be shutting down when the car turns off, but isn’t (until I yank all power, that’ll do it). Sodding heck. Since I don’t have any of those groovy instruments for measuring current by induction, I’m at a loss. I figure it can only be the amp or the stereo, most likely the former; I can’t imagine the stereo would draw that much power anyway.

So I guess I’ll have to have at it sometime, and pull it all out and see what gives. But, another time, I think. For now, I have a workaround – a nifty little marine battery valve which lets me turn the battery off as I please. Courtesy of my mum, for my birthday. Along with a battery charger, which is in use right now charging that old battery back up again.

‘course, it’s a bit of a pain to have to pop the bonnet and close the valve every time I start the car, but it’s better than the alternative. And it may well deter casual thieves… which would surely be the only sort taking any interest at all in my car. ๐Ÿ™‚

A word of warning though – battery terminals are really, really soft… so soft that after first attaching the battery valve, it cut itself a real nice groove into the terminal. Ultimately I had to file off the top sides of the terminal to remove it again. Stupid terminals.

I coincidentally discovered that a healthy sized spanner works wonders as a crowbar. ๐Ÿ˜€