The kid went to jump in his car and go to work at the last possible minute yesterday and it wouldn’t start.
Of course that means I should panic and jump up to go do something about it. right?
I went and got mine, pulled it up in front of his and got everything ready to jump start the fucker when I found that the positive battery clamp was nasty corroded and loose.
I tried to tighten it with the little 4 inch crescent wrench I carry at all times and it broke.
Now he is all excited because he is going to be late.
It had one of those Marine style clamps on it with the stud that sticks up in the back and a wingnut on it to tighten down on the ring connectors going to the rest of the car.
I grabbed the fucking clamp, pushed down and twisted on it and the damn thing started.
I had him take a picture of the clamp, told him to pick one up and I would put it on today.
I leave for work an hour early every day. I do not like being late to work.
They don’t like it, they keep track of that shit and I have seen more than one guy get canned for being late too many times.
Try and explain that to one of these kids today. You might as well take a big suck off of a tailpipe for all the good it’s going to do ya.
So as I was tooling down the road on my way to work yesterday it dawned on me that I should have one or even several of those battery clamps out in all my shit in the garage.
When I got home I went and looked .
Sure as shit I had 4 of them.
I stuck one in a little vise and wire brushed the shit out of it and took it in the house.
Pretty soon here he comes, somehow the thing started after he got off work.
The first thing out of his mouth when he saw me was a bunch of excuses why he didn’t pick up a new clamp.
He works at Wally World. Someone please tell me they wouldn’t have one.
So I showed him the one I had and told him that I wasn’t waiting until he had fifteen minutes to get to work to put the fucker on either.
Today we go out and I take the old one off, put the new one on, clean the little metal ring terminals on the wires, hook them up and have him hit the key.
I spent about fifteen minutes trying this and that trying to figure out what was going on when I noticed that if I twisted this one wire I could hear the door dinger go off for just a second.
It had shrink wrap going all the way up to the ring and when I gave a good pull the ring terminal came right off in my hand.
Corrosion had rotted the copper wiring and the shrink wrap had been holding it together just enough to make contact.
Dig around in my shit some more, find a new ring terminal, put the cocksucker on, tighten everything back up and it starts.
So, by being a border line hoarder as my wife likes to call it, I just saved myself not one, but two trips to the parts house and enough money to buy lunch with, plus now the kid can go back to rushing out of the house at the last minute to get to work.