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Turns out my alternator was fucked.
The other weekend, Belovedest had made paired appointments for us at their mechanic. The car had become inoperative after the last battery replacement and attempt at emissions testing (which failed due to a sudden check engine light).
The symptoms were similar, and indicated that this new battery was not serving up enough electrons to turn on the "door open" light, let alone turn over the engine.
( Adventur, ending in mechanic. )
The car was ready the next morning. I paid for the fix and started it with some trepidation.
It started. It ran.
It shifted into gear without a flicker.
I drove home on surface streets, carefully but with increasing confidence.
Next, we're looking for a day when my brain, health, and sleep cycle will allow me to venture forth to start on the paperwork to allow me to move it in order to get the next emissions test.
Whee.
The other weekend, Belovedest had made paired appointments for us at their mechanic. The car had become inoperative after the last battery replacement and attempt at emissions testing (which failed due to a sudden check engine light).
The symptoms were similar, and indicated that this new battery was not serving up enough electrons to turn on the "door open" light, let alone turn over the engine.
( Adventur, ending in mechanic. )
The car was ready the next morning. I paid for the fix and started it with some trepidation.
It started. It ran.
It shifted into gear without a flicker.
I drove home on surface streets, carefully but with increasing confidence.
Next, we're looking for a day when my brain, health, and sleep cycle will allow me to venture forth to start on the paperwork to allow me to move it in order to get the next emissions test.
Whee.
