Ah yes. That sucked. Just took the '89 Turbocharged Plymouth Voyager down to Rat Shack to look for a TV signal amp. Naturally, their in-store prices sucked compared to their online price, so I left. Whoops, the van doesn't wanna start! Turns over once, nothing more. Look around the shopping center for an automotive store - see nothing. Check out the battery, it's a 60 month battery from Sept 1999. Should still be good anyway. Figure the battery terminals must just be corroded (They look pretty f'n nasty). Now, since this vehicle is a new addition to the collection (Fits in parking garages AND doesn't block 20 spaces in a modern shopping center), there are no tools stashed yet. So, I hoof it up to Walmart about a mile away (I figure it's not worth the effort to ask any if the people in the shopping center parking lot if they have tools in their bimmer or will give me a jump. I'm serious, every other car in that lot was a BMW.)
Once I'm there, I head for the tools and grab myself a $1.88 5" vice grip and look for some stuff to clean the terminals with. Nothing there, nothing in automotive. Over to housewares. Find a scrubbing pad for $.47. Also grab a coke figuring that I can either use it's acidity to eat away any corrosion or to keep me from dying (I've got a cold). Not counting that in the total though. Stand in line behind some asshole who buys the wrong CARTON of ciggarettes by "accident". They void his transaction and redo it with the right ones. His credit card company didn't process the void in realtime, so he's now OVER THE F'N LIMIT.
Once they get that idiot figured out, I pay for my scrubbing pad and vice grips in cash and hoof it back to rat shack. Then I discover the pad is too big to use to scrub out the connectors. Easily fixed, I whip out the pocket knife and end that problem. 5 minutes later, after everything's cleaned up, I get in, turn the key, and the turbocharged beast kicks in.
-- Freaking chemistry.
Once I'm there, I head for the tools and grab myself a $1.88 5" vice grip and look for some stuff to clean the terminals with. Nothing there, nothing in automotive. Over to housewares. Find a scrubbing pad for $.47. Also grab a coke figuring that I can either use it's acidity to eat away any corrosion or to keep me from dying (I've got a cold). Not counting that in the total though. Stand in line behind some asshole who buys the wrong CARTON of ciggarettes by "accident". They void his transaction and redo it with the right ones. His credit card company didn't process the void in realtime, so he's now OVER THE F'N LIMIT.
Once they get that idiot figured out, I pay for my scrubbing pad and vice grips in cash and hoof it back to rat shack. Then I discover the pad is too big to use to scrub out the connectors. Easily fixed, I whip out the pocket knife and end that problem. 5 minutes later, after everything's cleaned up, I get in, turn the key, and the turbocharged beast kicks in.
-- Freaking chemistry.
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