This weekend was great. I dropped my car off with my brother-in-law's brother (or my sister's brother-in-law) so he could fiddle with it and get it to run again. He changed the oil, flushed the engine, something with the air filter and transmission. All of this work and it runs so smoothly...but the battery decided it wanted some attention to so it became what the guy at Auto Zone calls, "A dead cell." Pretty much it can start or it cannot start, which I guess were it's options all along, but now it was erring more on the side of not starting. On the advice of my B.I.L.B. (Brother-in-law's Brother) I did not purchase a battery at Auto Zone, rather I was going straight from work to purchase one from Sears (a Die Hard and who doesn't like Bruce Willis?) I knew my car wouldn't start this afternoon. Time had been on my side too long, my cell phone is sitting somewhere on my bed at home, and I'm a staunch believer of Murphy's Law. But no sweat, I still have my parent's number memorized and I knew someone would be home. As I type my dad/hero is on the way to save the day.
I figure once this battery is replaced I am good to go for a while...except I need a new serpentine (SP?) belt, some kind of shaft, and I should get new tires before I go to O-Hio and then I am good.