Today my sister, my nephew and I took a little ride down to my parents’ old place. It’s still up for sale and I’ve gone down there periodically to pick up mail and make sure everything is still secure. Today we were on a mission to collect the mail and then ask the Preacher for a loan so we can go ahead and rent the house my sister found. It was a simple plan, but with my sister, nothing is ever that simple.
While we were on our way to the house she decided that we needed to bring her 1976 Fiat back. The Fiat was originally our grandfather’s. She got it almost a year ago and after having some work done to it, it sat at our parents’ house for five months. Her reasoning for going ahead and getting it was that if we had it then I could sell my car and I could drive the Fiat until she could buy a truck. Once she buys a truck then I will take her other car. Fine. I’m cool with that I suppose. The Fiat is small but sporty and it’s a convertible.
We get there and she gets the key to the car and goes out to try to start it up. It won’t start. Big surprise. After all it has just been sitting there for five months. We figure out that the battery probably just needs a jump. I have no jumper cables in my car so she goes into the Preacher’s shop to see if he has any. She finds a big battery charging contraption that plugs into an outlet. She drags it all the way over to the house and plugs it in. The Fiat was parked under the end of the old garage/storage building so we needed to move it closer to the house. I hop in the car and she proceeds to start pushing it backwards while I steer. Thank God it’s a little car otherwise I don’t think we ever would have been able to move it.
Once we got the car close enough to hook up to the charging thing she pops open the hood. There is the battery. It looked simple enough. When I looked under the hood though I saw what looked like something covering the engine. I said something to her about it and she pulled it out. Uh…where’s the engine? LOL Silly me, I didn’t know that it’s like the old VW’s and the engine is in the back. It was the car cover that was in there. So once we got past that and stopped laughing at my ignorance she connected the charger and turned it on.
We let it charge for a while and then tried to crank the car. Nothing. Waited some more. Nothing again. This continued for about an hour before we finally gave up. During that hour my nephew, Little Bubba, was running around playing. He got really excited when we took the top off the car and he got in and started pushing buttons. Fun, fun.
At one point I was sitting in the car, my sister was standing next to it, and Little Bubba was sitting in the passenger seat. We decided that it was time to lay hands on the car and pray for it to start. Hey, it’s not the first time that I’ve prayed over a car. LOL We told Little Bubba to say please, or as he says, peez, and he finally did. Great. Then we were ready to give it one more try. Nothing. Oh, well. God works in mysterious ways.
During that hour out in the 100 degree heat we all sweated our asses off, which probably wasn’t a bad thing. We needed the exercise. I was so glad when my sister finally decided to give up and head home though. We were all ready for a shower and some cold medicine. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we’ve all been sick with a cold this week. So not only were we out in 100 degree heat with fevers, she and I were pushing a car around the yard. Why she decided to do all this today I’ll never understand, but I still love her.
So today (actually yesterday now) was a bust. We didn’t really get anything accomplished other than finding out that the car needs a new battery. Hopefully next time I’ll actually get to drive the little sports car home.
My cold medicine is kicking in now so I’m off to bed. I hope everyone has a great day. 🙂