I really had Friday planned out well. Or I thought I did. Car problem(s) changed those plans very early. My hooptie had the original battery from the factory. Yep, 7 years old and 152,000. I should have given this battery a 21 gun salute. Thank you for your service, dude!
As luck would have it, I was a mere 100 yards from the place where a good friend works. He brought his car over to mine and jumped started it. About a 1/4 mile down the road was an Autozone, and they sell batteries there. I have noticed that the negative terminal was gathering a lot of corrosion, so this large crack in the battery shell was no surprise. You mess with the bull, you get the horns. Or in this case, a dead battery.
Fully charged, I went on to work on the days big project. More security cameras. Crawl spaces are devilish places, full of insulation and exposed nails. I managed to NOT get a nail to the head and found the spot in the hardest place possible. I yelled "kick ass", not knowing there were others in the house. A little embarrassed but proud anyway, the others were time consuming but not difficult. Pro tip: insulation is still itchy.
Needy dog, needy owner. When you're down, you need a good dog.
L.L. Cool J famously rapped "Don't Call it a Comeback, I've Been Here for Years". So yeah, I raced the Sylvan Springs cyclocross race yesterday. I opted for a new kit instead of the aging team stuff, dubbed "Volt". It helped my aging body win the 50+ field. It was awesome!
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