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Well, it might have been in the teens this morning, but I did finally coax the Honda Civic back into life. I'm mobile again!
Yesterday I pulled out my abused battery (it is the original) and let it settle into my warm(?) kitchen. Instead of a cup of hot Ovaltine, I hooked up an easy slow trickle charge to warm up it's cells.
Yes, I talked with the battery, just like it was a plant. (What could it hurt? Besides I was having cabin fever.) I apoligized for cranking and cranking and cranking and ... You get the idea, and not feeding any electrons back or warming it up.
I charmed, I pleaded, I begged. It was like I was married again. Anyway by the time it had it's fill of amperage, it was dark and frosty and I had to go to the Lit for some poetry reading.
So this morning, after pouring half a can of starting fluid into the Honda's air intake, all the while talking to it, telling how I was working a collaboration venture out with the battery and it was a key catalyst in making it all work. She sputtered, and coughed and wanted to get going, and me inside whispering encouragement til finally....SHE RUNS! I poured some dry gas into the tank as a thank you and off to the races.
Sometimes, a little cajoling... even to inanimate objects, is all it really takes to change conditions to favor success.
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