--- In diesel_mercedes@yahoogroups.com, "max_stemple" <max_stemple@...> wrote:
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> --- In diesel_mercedes@yahoogroups.com, "brian's 83 300d's" bstromsoe@ wrote:
defect in my brain....my son "the electrician" and he does his magic act for me.
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> > Nobody really knows how it works. Got stuck in my driveway yesterday, had to be pulled out. First time this year.
Max
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Be of good cheer ...
... I am one of the "old school" electricity graduates....
my degree is from the school of hard shocks ...
pre- big/small blade nonsense on plugs ...
wire it until it works,
"damn the hot wire, and full speed ahead"
even got a degree certificate:
"Electrically Challenged"
[which I think means I could throw thunderbolts ?
.... onto the fancypants computer-modulized newfangledmotorized pieces of ... #*@>
.... well, I won't get into industrial theology here)
My 300 D, with a new battery became unceremoniously uncooperative on a cloudy Feb 1 morning.
With my condition of extreme confidence, and smug aplomb
(aplomb-ed enough to not let on that I was aggravated sh--less) ,
[add "oe" if you like]
I was able to bypass this obstinate tantrum with a piece of fence wire:
one end wrapped/rubbed into contact with the hood latch, the other end dug into the negative terminal ...
... good 'ol "OLD LINE STATE'' fundamental technology.
Got back into the seat, turned the key and the puppy was off and running.
(hey, like most of us, I REALLY did not want to screw around with some hemming and hawing from a commercial mechanic about how much it might take to get his bass boat out of layaway, pawn, or hock.
and, on top of that, wait a few days for 'parts'
fix his own darn boat say)
I used a 13mm dogbone wrench (only thing immediate at hand) to take off the neg/ground wire end from the frame,
scraped it clean w/my TSA-banned pocketknife,
wiped some oil off the dipstick onto the newly clean surfaces, tightened the whole mess back together...
... the skies parted, a ray of hallowed light shown on the countenance of the earth
in my hyattsville, MD driveway, for as much (maybe) as a few seconds.
... w/me getting started reliably enough, maybe for now, enough for now anyway.
Time elapsed: maybe 20 minutes.
With the dog, the eternally faithful hound, vigilantly supervising from the front seat.
... I am one of the "old school" electricity graduates....
my degree is from the school of hard shocks ...
pre- big/small blade nonsense on plugs ...
wire it until it works,
"damn the hot wire, and full speed ahead"
even got a degree certificate:
"Electrically Challenged"
[which I think means I could throw thunderbolts ?
.... onto the fancypants computer-modulized newfangledmotorized pieces of ... #*@>
.... well, I won't get into industrial theology here)
My 300 D, with a new battery became unceremoniously uncooperative on a cloudy Feb 1 morning.
With my condition of extreme confidence, and smug aplomb
(aplomb-ed enough to not let on that I was aggravated sh--less) ,
[add "oe" if you like]
I was able to bypass this obstinate tantrum with a piece of fence wire:
one end wrapped/rubbed into contact with the hood latch, the other end dug into the negative terminal ...
... good 'ol "OLD LINE STATE'' fundamental technology.
Got back into the seat, turned the key and the puppy was off and running.
(hey, like most of us, I REALLY did not want to screw around with some hemming and hawing from a commercial mechanic about how much it might take to get his bass boat out of layaway, pawn, or hock.
and, on top of that, wait a few days for 'parts'
fix his own darn boat say)
I used a 13mm dogbone wrench (only thing immediate at hand) to take off the neg/ground wire end from the frame,
scraped it clean w/my TSA-banned pocketknife,
wiped some oil off the dipstick onto the newly clean surfaces, tightened the whole mess back together...
... the skies parted, a ray of hallowed light shown on the countenance of the earth
in my hyattsville, MD driveway, for as much (maybe) as a few seconds.
... w/me getting started reliably enough, maybe for now, enough for now anyway.
Time elapsed: maybe 20 minutes.
With the dog, the eternally faithful hound, vigilantly supervising from the front seat.
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