I left for Kingsroad Tattoo earlier than usual Friday morning, partly because I’ve arrived at the last minute for several days in a row and thought it was time to break this pattern, and partly because I needed to refuel on the way.
Now I didn’t even get to the gas station before misery started. When I got out to the main road, I had to wait for traffic, and when my turn came and I stepped on the gas the car suddenly died.
I knew I was low on fuel, but it wasn’t supposed to be all empty according to the meter. Well, well. I grabbed the spare fuel can, which of course was empty and started walking homewards. At the same time, I called my dear wife and woke her up.
She did not appreciate this the least. Anyway, she drove me to the station and after getting 10 liters of gas for the car, I tried to start it again with the same result as before. That is to say no result at all.
Eventually, I managed to drain the battery and we had to use jumper cables, which also didn’t help. We had to tow the car home, which wasn’t that easy since it weighs more than my wife’s Volvo.
In addition, we managed to break the tow rope.
I realized that I wouldn’t be able to make it to the tattoo studio so I had to call and let Rebecca know. I canceled my first client and the next one poor Rebekka had to take care of. She had to work two hours overtime because of it.
I managed to find a sparkplug wrench. I figured the most likely errors woud be the plugs or the fuel pump, and I intended to start with the plugs since they would be the easiest to check. Yeah right!
The engine was probably mounted using shoehorns and lubricants. The plugs on one cylinder could not be accessed without removing the generator, belt system and a bunch of other gizmos. On the other cylinder, Hulk Hogan must have been the one mounting them or they were welded in place.
I put so much force on the wrench so I could taste blood in my mouth, but nothing happened. It was cold outside and I was freezing. I looked at my watch and there were two hours left before it would start getting dark, so I gave up and phoned the workshop.
My sister came with a bigger car and a tow rope that was good for eight tonnes. At 18 o’clock the car was in the garage and I was done for the day. Nothing left to do but borrow a car and go to my night job.
What a shitty day!
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