Weak sun on Jerusalem Road
Actually it’s Guenther Road, which intersects with Jerusalem but I like the name Jerusalem better. It’s also a prettier road, lined with old oaks or whatever, a bit like a tunnel, but Guenther is pretty too.
Moooon Yooonit did not start (again) this morning until her “younger sister” Cygnus jumped her but after the GG drove her around for a while, she has been starting without a problem. My personal opinion is that it’s still time for a new battery. Clearly this one is in a failure mode and a car battery is definitely not something we can’t afford. Fortunately I almost exclusively drive Cygnus (she’s “my” car), so I don’t have to deal with it.
A little car battery story to illustrate The Master of the Universe’s skills and ingenuity. Long long ago in a galaxy only blocks away — our pre-baby apartment on Jackson Ave. — the battery in one of our Ford Fiestas died. These were the old-school Fiestas from the late 1970s/early 1980s. *I* could actually (sorta) afford one at $5,000 but my parents bought me one anyway and NO I was not spoiled. My dad and brother were all excited about the Wenkel engine. Google it if you care. I was really excited about owning my first *new* (cute) car but I have long since moved on from my Ford Fiesta. My top three fave cars being the Dogha, the Ninja, and Cygnus X-1. Not in any particular order.
Anyway, in those days, the GG and I used to drive to work in one Ford Fiesta and I would usually walk home (We both worked at the Environmental Protection Agency). We knew the battery was in a failure mode so we went to Sears (why Sears, I dunno) to buy a new one. Problem. Some young punk at Sears refused to install it. I fergit what the “policy” was but they did allow us to *buy* the battery so the GG put it in the back of the car and we went home.
The next morning, the OLD battery started right up and we drove the few blocks from our apartment down to the Huron/Seventh stop light. And stopped. And the battery died. Right in the middle of all kinds of traffic and not to be resurrected. The GG opened the back hatch, pulled out the new battery, *jumped* the old one with the new one and voila, we were on our way (and so were all the people behind us, gah). This operation took a couple minutes.
The Twinz of Terror put themselves through college in part by working summers at the Chrysler Hamtramck Assembly Plant. The GG could take a car apart and put it back together and in our early days, he did a lot of DIY repairs, sometimes dicey ones. Nowadays we mostly take our vee-hickles in for service. In part (but not totally) because of all the computerized components.
January 24th, 2026 at 8:01 pm
When we go out, we get our car started before we get back. (ibid)
January 24th, 2026 at 9:19 pm
We had a Ford Focus that liked to die right in the middle of intersections when Younger Daughter was driving it. It took my late husband to problem solve the issue after I spent hundreds of dollars at various repair places. It wasn’t the battery but was a crack in one of the spark plug covers.