Wednesday, October 21, 2015, 2:42 PM
This being Part VIII of a Racer's Final(s) Diary
My close proximity to the Tattooed Twosome gives me a three-ring-side seat to their automotive woes. Mr. Ironic is clueless, he returns from the parts store with the only slightly less clueless employee.
Mr. Ironic: "We're travelling and the car just started smoking. I think maybe it's the battery?" (two points awarded for knowing what a battery is and that a car has one)
Mr. Employee: "Yeah, you're gonna need a battery."
Mr. Ironic: "You think I should just buy one?"
Mr. Employee: "Ummm....yeah?"
Mr. Ironic: "Can you put it in? I don't know how to do that."
Mr. Employee: "Sure can, come on back inside and we will get you fixed right up."
Miss Ironic: "Can the dog come in too?"
I do my best, but fail utterly at holding back a derisive snort from my position under the front of the van. It's the dumb leading the blind out here.
Ultimately, I finish the job and arrive at the moment of truth as the sulfuric Saturn and its motley crew drive out of the parking lot with the most expensive battery Advance sells, while acid from the split battery is still dripping out and covering the undercarriage, wiring, brake lines etc.. Oh well. I start the van and immediately the voltmeter jumps to 14.5 volts. I shut it off, look under the hood for good measure, checking the belt, connections and keeping an eye out for tools or debris left behind that could come back to haunt me. Five by five. Time to roll.
I can't help but feel like I've accomplished something. Twice unforeseen obstacles have appeared in my path, and twice I've handled them. I'm sure there are quite a few people who could swap an alternator in a parking lot, but I would be willing to bet nowadays, in the world we live in, there are quite a few more who couldn't. Two of them just wheeled down the road in a Saturn that stunk of rotten eggs.
I think about the race season so far, and realize it has been nothing more than obstacles that needed to be overcome as well. I know what I have to do and after today I feel a calm and surety that I will do it. Momentum is on my side.
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