I came out of the library to the parking lot yesterday, to find my car blocked in. A guy(the Jump-er) had his car parked crosswise in back of my car, and he had jumper cables connected to a big-*ss truck that was blocking the roadway to get out. I didn’t have to be anywhere until 6 pm, so I told him, don’t worry, take your time.
I live in the North East, and it’s February, so I wasn’t gonna stand around. I started up my 2000 Honda (I still have roll-down windows and I refuse to give them up), sat in my car a few minutes, and figured that he really should be done by now.
Every once in a while, this ear-piercing shrill would sound from under the hood of the truck, the Jumpee. But it still wouldn’t turn over.
This started getting annoying, so I figured I better take a look.
I grew up in a garage in the 1970’s, and so although I know nada about the new-fangled cars, I know about Positively Red and Negatively Black. I took a closer look at the cables, and sure enough, there was corrosion all over the battery and the connectors where not touching the battery correctly. I jiggled it around, and Truck Lady said, “Hey my lights came on when you did that.” yeah, I know.
So 30 seconds later, she tries the key again, and bam! the car starts up.
Truck Lady thanked me profusely, and God-Blessed me several times.
It was nice to know that my Old-School talents are still useful occasionally.