ksmith | They know

And the house hands off the ball to the vehicles...

Off to run errands. Decide to take Harrison the Ford because I really don't drive him as often as I should, and he needs to get out once in a while. Get in. Insert the key. Turn the key.

::clickclickwhirrwhirr:: The dash lights flash briefly. Then all is silence.

Try again. Again. Same result.

::clickclickwhirrwhirr:: Then the only sound I hear is the distant phfft of the gods of furnaces and batteries.

I bought Harrison in the fall of '97. We're still on the original battery. I knew I was living on borrowed time, and that when it went, it would likely go suddenly. One of the reasons I hadn't been driving Harrison all that much is because I didn't want to wind up in a Big Box parking lot 25 miles distant with a truck that went ::clickclickwhirrwhirr:: when I turned the key. I'm lucky it happened in my garage.

So Thursday morning I take him in for a new battery. Not going to bother nursing the old one. In the meantime, I'll put the patient on trickle-charge in prep for the one-minute drive to the garage of choice.

I want to take Kuro in Friday for PM, but I'm a little concerned now...