Hulk done acted up again!
Yesterday, I thought I'd treat myself out to a nice birthday day trip (dats right, it was my birthday!) to Sarasota and go see the Ringling Art Museum there. From what I've read online, this thing is pretty awesome. Part legit ancient, medieval, and modern art, and a whole other building dedicated to circus art. How cool! And what's more, according to the website, they participate in the Museums for All program which is to say they offer either free or reduced price admission for folks like me who are on SNAP benefits. Well I got into Hulk, turned the key, and nothing. Dead. (Freaking speech to text software at first didn't want to spell out "dead." I think it's sensitive like all the kiddies today, afraid to say or type anything of that nature so that now they substitute the fake word "unalive." Okay, I'll play along. I turned the key and Hulk was unalive.)
I did my research on this blog and I realized that I had problems with this battery again back in 2022 but it seems I never acted on it. I guess it recharged itself after being a little bit hesitant and I forgot all about it. Of course you'll remember, I had to replace the battery on this car only a couple years into owning him back in 2015 or so. Actually you won't remember, because I don't think I posted about it. Oh yes I did I mentioned it in the post where I was lamenting the weak start back in the above linked post.
You remember too, that I just recently went through more issues with that damn low pressure warning idiot light prompting me to stand up for my automobile independence. No, I can't seem to see where I mentioned that at all. Gee, I guess I don't tell y'all shit unless it has to do with space stuff... then I'm all devoting like dozens of freakin' posts like a fiend.
That brings me to today where I just successfully re-alived Hulk with another newfangled contraption.
Back in the ancient days of my automobile youth, mainly the '80s where I was plunking down thousands of dollars in hard earned cash for every piece of shit car and all the mechanics that saw me coming down the road and took me for the big old walking dollar sign sashaying through their door, I was far from being automobile independent. We just didn't have the technology. Unless I had the money and the space, I guess, to have professional equipment like my own professional tire compressor costing probably thousands of dollars and who knows what contraption to recharge a car battery? I think even mechanics had to use a motor or a gas generator to recharge batteries.
Now, for less than the cost of a freaking video game, I have these babies sitting unobtrusively on the floor of my back seat. I see these things like PRN medication for an elderly car. Prescriptions to keep him going in his green and "silver" years.
Don't we live in swell times? I know I feel better with my aging jalopy now that I got these babies. Go ahead Hulk, give me shit even if I'm far from home. Unlike the old days, I don't have to rely on anyone to help me fix your ass and get you back into shape, you old fuck.