rushthatspeaks and I just successfully jumpstarted
teenybuffalo's car, which had died on the street outside their house. We had jumper cables, two sets of instructions, and no previous experience. Both of us expected the car would growl a bit, we'd check to make sure we hadn't clipped the cables on wrong, eventually we'd call a garage.
It totally worked. Teeny Buffalo has just driven away. (To find a garage, but still.)
I feel a ridiculous sense of accomplishment.
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Thank you! It feels like a valuable adult skill.
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You must be glowing.
Nine
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No, because we grounded the cables!
(We were pretty happy. I still am.)
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Thank you!
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Seriously, you saved me a lot of money and my composure today. The car is safely at the garage for the night, and tomorrow I hope to find out what was wrong. In the meantime, laundry and sleep. All my gratitude.
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I am so glad it worked!
*hugs*
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The jumper cables belonged to
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The engine roared and the headlights came on! It was extremely satisfying.
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I theoretically _could_ but I'm not sure I'd ever bother, so well done you all!
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Thank you!
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What were we going to do, make her walk?
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Then you're welcome.
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So were we!
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Thank you! The fact that it worked is still making me happy.
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Thank you! I have some—my mother, for example, passed down her knowledge of how to change a tire from her high school French teacher who considered it a fundamental part of the curriculum, and my father has spent the last two years rebuilding a Lotus Europa, so there's been automotive information all over the place—but I don't see how more could possibly hurt.