I got in my car this afternoon at the transit center, put the key in the ignition, pushed the clutch to the floor and turned the key. It went vr-vr-vr-vr-vr-vroom. If you aren't aware, I drive a Mustang GT V8. It usually doesn't vr-vr-vr, it just VROOMS.
I stopped at the drugstore, made a purchase and got back in. Same thing, vr-vr-vr-vr-vr-vroom. I went to my appointment with K. I was her last patient of the day, so we walked out to our cars together. She got in her car and drove away. I got in my car and put the key in the ignition, pushed the clutch to the floor and turned the key. It went vrrrrr...clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.
Papa Bear was called. He came to the rescue. We had to go back home for some other tools. We went back. It still went clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick. He worked on the battery, which I haven't looked at since installing the new radio a couple of years ago. Since I don't have to disconnect the battery in the hopes that doing so will reset the CD player and therefore spit out the CD that is stuck, well, I don't tend to look at the battery. The connections were pretty corroded. He cleaned them up, I put the key in the ignition, pushed the clutch to the floor and turned the key. clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.
Papa Bear looked around. "If we push it over there, we can jump it by popping the clutch and shifting into 2nd." All I heard was "push it, jump it, do something you've never done, run into K & N's building, big disaster." I pushed the car, Papa Bear jump started it.
Last month I bought a new drivers seat. This month it's looking like a new battery and 2 new tires and the brakes need some attention as well. Just when I think I'm getting ahead...eh, it could be worse, at least I can ride the bus.