Hi Trish,
You say you stopped for some smokes and then all this stuff happened? Maybe '59
Bugeye is trying to tell you something!! LOL
Paul A
Trisha wrote:
> or how today just wasn't my day!
>
> It all started Thursday night, when I went to help out my boyfriend, whose B
> was having fuel pump issues on a dark country road. I got there to do my duty
> as flashlight holder and voltmeter reader, and realized that my starter pull
> wasn't retracting to its normal position. We checked it and the cable is
> pretty much shot, but it seemed like it would work for a little while longer,
> so it was put back into place, to be replaced sometime this week.
>
> So this morning, a beautiful spring Colorado day I hopped into the bugeye to
> drive 45 miles to visit some old friends and my mom. When I got off the
> highway I stopped to get some cigarettes and a soda, not knowing how wonderful
> those were going to be in the next 15 minutes. Of course they didn't have my
> brand of smokes, but I dealt with it. Got back outside, tried to start the
> car, not happening. I figure it's probably that stupid starter cable, so I
> call my b/f to find out how to start the car from inside the engine
> compartment, he told me how the other day, but I wanted to just make sure. He
> tells me, the cell phone goes dead, I can't call him back, but oh well, no big
> deal. So I open the bonnet and immediately notice that my coil is no longer
> in the bracket! Well sh*t, this is going to be a bit harder than I thought.
> But luckily the coil is shining at me from its place wedged between the
> starter and the inner fender. Whoo hoo! My day is looking up. Reattach the
> coil, try to start the car, nope. So I look at it again. Ah ha! The plug on
> the end isn't attached. That's easy enough. Fix that, check the cable again,
> it seems okay. Try to start it up again. This time the starter pull comes
> about a foot out of the facia. Even better :) Try to start it from inside,
> nope.
>
> In the mean time the snippy gas station attendant informs me that:
> A. An electromagnetic spark from my sparkly purple cell phone could blow up
> myself, my car, and the gas station.
> B. It is apparently illegal in Aurora Colorado to work on an automobile in a
> parking lot (something I vaguely remember from high school when I had to get
> my car jumped at Auto Zone so that I could change the battery at home, then
> drive the core back)
> (and C. The purple cell phone, platform sneakers, and lavender sweater still
> do not negate the stereotype that men work on cars, as she called me sir three
> or four times)
>
> Since my potentially exploding cell phone is dead I try to call the b/f on the
> payphone, which eats 50 cents before letting me make a call on the other pay
> phone to ask if getting a push start is even an option.
> Hooray, friendly SUV drivin' man has apparently never heard of popping the
> clutch, but he's happy to learn something new, and give it a try, and it
> works! I'm off- a mere 20 minutes later. (Not too bad for me) Unfortunately
> I was only going about 1/2 mile, so there was no way the battery was going to
> recharge, but my big brother was nice enough to give me a little push so I
> could make it home (and followed me halfway home as overprotective big
> brothers like to do).
>
> Got home with no incidents, the greasy phone magically works again, and now
> all I have to do is worry about my losing hockey team.
>
> Whew, I'm tired, but I found the problem, and fixed it to the best of my
> ability all by myself, so I guess it was a victory after all!
>
> Patricia
> '59 Bugeye (happy to be home)
> '89 CRX (broken down japanese piece of ...)
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