I am not a mechanic
If I wasn't clean and sober I would say I need a fucking drink today. Damn.
Missed artwalk and half a day at work thinking it couldn't be too hard to pop a new alternator into the van.
Right? How hard could it be?
6 hours later covered in grease and having totally aggrivated my cold I gave up and reattached the OLD alternator ... not too hard considering I FAILED AT REMOVING IT --- and what the fuck is the deal with these so called "shop manuals" I ask you??? Jeeezus fucking christ .... talk about vague "remove the bolts and take out the alternator"
OK how many bolts and what is going on behind the part that I can't even reach?!?!?!
Anyway after talking to seafanna whom I was supposed to meet downtown for Artwalk fun...
I reattached the alternator and put the belt back on (which took 3 tries and another hour) popped the old battery in, gave it a quick charge and headed home. Then everything rapidly FAILED on teh ALASKAN WAY VIADUCT ahhhhhhh!!!!I managed to limp it off of the Seneca Street off ramp and rolled to a completely dead stop at 1st and Seneca it the middle of First Thursday Madness. Then I got out and decided to try the NEW battery I bought but wanted to return and did the fastest battery change under pressure in traffic in history and thankyougod it started... I made the trip home on pins and needles praying the whole way.
So. Tomorrow I will call Gormans and see if they can put it in for me. Which now leads to the stress of navigating the commute to a job in Kirkland next week and trying to get to Gorman's by 5pm to pick it up again without a car. This my friends is where being partnered helps. It is so much easier to figure this out in a two person household. During times like these I feel very much alone. Uck feh.
So then about that drink. I think I will settle for hot and sour soup, orange juice, a hot shower and bed. I am wiped out.
Missed artwalk and half a day at work thinking it couldn't be too hard to pop a new alternator into the van.
Right? How hard could it be?
6 hours later covered in grease and having totally aggrivated my cold I gave up and reattached the OLD alternator ... not too hard considering I FAILED AT REMOVING IT --- and what the fuck is the deal with these so called "shop manuals" I ask you??? Jeeezus fucking christ .... talk about vague "remove the bolts and take out the alternator"
OK how many bolts and what is going on behind the part that I can't even reach?!?!?!
Anyway after talking to seafanna whom I was supposed to meet downtown for Artwalk fun...
I reattached the alternator and put the belt back on (which took 3 tries and another hour) popped the old battery in, gave it a quick charge and headed home. Then everything rapidly FAILED on teh ALASKAN WAY VIADUCT ahhhhhhh!!!!I managed to limp it off of the Seneca Street off ramp and rolled to a completely dead stop at 1st and Seneca it the middle of First Thursday Madness. Then I got out and decided to try the NEW battery I bought but wanted to return and did the fastest battery change under pressure in traffic in history and thankyougod it started... I made the trip home on pins and needles praying the whole way.
So. Tomorrow I will call Gormans and see if they can put it in for me. Which now leads to the stress of navigating the commute to a job in Kirkland next week and trying to get to Gorman's by 5pm to pick it up again without a car. This my friends is where being partnered helps. It is so much easier to figure this out in a two person household. During times like these I feel very much alone. Uck feh.
So then about that drink. I think I will settle for hot and sour soup, orange juice, a hot shower and bed. I am wiped out.