Got up this morning and promptly got involved in a little fender bender near the house. No one injured, just sheet metal and plastic. Got the police out to work it and then called the insurance folks. Took the car to a body shop. Ate lunch. Belle cooked chicken and dumplings. On the way home from the body shop, I stopped at Harbor Freight and bought a jump pack. Call it intuition. I needed one anyway. I have an old-style wheeled battery charger that will jump a car, but the new ones are so much nicer.
After lunch, Grandson Zach shows up with car problems. Dead battery, car won't start. Jumped off the car, with the new jump pack, got it in the shop, then started the diagnosis. Called an expert, got the bad news. Alternator. Zach's car in an '04 Toyota, so there is that.
Pulled the old alternator, went to the parts house for a fresh one. Taught him how to put in an alternator. He did it, not me. The car is running and we have 13.8 volts DC. Life is good.
I'm hoping the battery in his car holds a charge, but it is still under warranty. We'll worry about that tomorrow.
I believe that it is the cocktail hour.
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