I head to Quiznos Sub shop yesterday and pick up a sandwich. Mmmm, then I drive to Cub Foods on the way home to pick up a soda and an ice cream treat. mmmm.. I pay, walk out to my car and click. What? I turn the key and click. Fuck. Fuck you car! I am sorry baby, I didn't mean it. I am sure you want to start but some component won't let you.

As my ice cream sits melting I hang out in the parking lot and wait for help. I called Andy(of Andyland fame) to help me out. He agrees and now I owe him a big one. Though he says we are even because of all the time I helped him with the Pulsar and his Buick. I don't know, I still feel bad. Anyway he helps me jump the car and follows me home. I was hoping it was just dead and not totally screwed.

I park in a nice spot just in case I need to get to the front of the car again. I shut the car off and click. Fucker! Fucker! Fucker! Screw you! I am going inside and eating my dinner. I will deal with you Sunday.

It is Sunday now. I attempt to pull the battery but the negative terminal is so corroded it won't come off. Well fuck you then, I will just cut it off(with the approval of my Missoula Phone Mechanic(Anne's Dad). After about an hour I get it out and in a back pack so I can lug it over to the MOA Sears. I buy a new battery and cable(red not black so I will have to Sharpie it black.

The installation goes quick and the car starts like a champ! Yay! I hope this fixes it.

-pete