Well, I WAS going to try and get that video your all dying to see done today, but life throws a wet towel at you now and then. Yesterday we headed off to Knoebels in the trusty Moosestang, and enjoyed a full day of amusement park cornicopia, ending the night atop the large ferris wheel, at the closing hour of 10pm. I wasn't really looking forward to the 3 hour drive and getting home at 1:00am, after tramping around the amusement park for the previous 8 hours, but the evening air was cool, and the day was fun. Heading south towards the river and route 147, I contemplated getting older. Thinking about the difference between myself and the teenagers I saw, and how when I was 20 things did seem different. I also realized my night vision wasn't so good anymore. Or was it? Gee ****, it's really getting dark. I don't remember the dash lights being this hard to see. Hmmm... that radio sure is acting weird, cutting in and out like that and changing channels back and forth. What's up with that. Wait.... a minute....... I'm not going blind! This truck isn't generating any electricity. CRAP. Been here, done this. Last time in an 86' Ford Ranger with electronic fuel injection. At least that one was a manual, and I could drift start it when the battery gave out and the CPU needed to be rebooted. Time to inform the family, which is asleep of course. Gee guys, ah... guess what? We may not make it home. And we didn't. Not until today. I made it to Harrisburg, after a harrowing 15 mile dash at 65MPH on Rt. 322 with only the moonlight illuminating my path. I had cut off all non-essentail electrical loads, including the discontinuance of the service brake (darn brake lights you know). Realizing there was no way I could keep a half mile cushion ahead and behind me for much longer, I bailed off onto Front street, and swung into the Super 8, only an hour and a half from home at 11:55pm. Consigning the Moosestang to it's fate, I backed into a parking space so that it would be easy to work under the hood in the morning, and shut it down. As I try to fall asleep in my $80 hotel room, I contemplated my options and formuated a plan. In the morning, I asked my Indian inn keeper for a phone book, and asked if he knew the name of the Ford dealer I passed coming in last night. He didn't, but suggested that I check the Sunoco only 150 feet away for what I needed. I couldn't believe my luck! It was a garage. An honest to goodness old fashioned 3 bay service station, with a white dude who spoke english! Gee ****... God does love me. I purchased a brand new Interstate battery, borrowed a half inch wrench, and proceeded to swap out one battery, and disconnected the other. I then took the battery I took out over to the garage for a recharge. We watched "The Ring 2" on the hotel room cable, and then fired up the Moosestang, swung over to pick up the charged battery and drove home on battery power. Much easier since it was now daylight. We got home at noon, and I spent the afternoon installing a spare alternator, and then swapping most of the AC components over from my parts truck. So... no time for video editing today or yesterday. You'll have to stay tuned....
