It started out great. Sun shinning, top off and mama at your side. Time for a starbucks. Shut the car off, went inside came out, bamn,,,,,,,no start, no nothing. First thing in my mind, somebody didn't want me to have this vette. Ok I settled down, and tried a jump. Nothing, the battery won't even hold the charge. Hmmm, must need a new battery. Walk a few blocks got a battery, came back, OK now for the battery instalation. Pop the hood (O yes 1990), bamn...............there is the battery, behind the left front wheel. Hmmmm......ok no problem. I have my wrenches in the car, smart thinking on my part. Look at the 5 star type bolts and two regular bolts. Do you think I had star type wrench.........nah, back to the auto shop and then back to the car (sure glad we stop at starbucks). Ok Now I have everything. Hey has anyone ever tried to change a battery next to a car within 3 feet. Let me mind you alot of fun, even for 57 year old man. OK now I have the I have to new battery in. Off we go again, heading towards the mountains. Now we are in mtns, great time. Now mama has to go the ladies room. Pull over at next gas station, shut the car off go inside. Everyone is telling how nice it would be ridding in the moutains with a vette. O I'am just playing it up. Lots of fun. Go out start the car, bamn..................no nothing again. Ok I screw up I should never bought a vette. Old man comes out and ask me if I'am having problems (Here is your sign *&^%&). So I pop up the hood, he takes about 1 minute and says, you know they store these vettes in the winter time. I said yes, then he says have you ever check the batteries cables. Do I have to finish the story. He gets out his little pocket knife and cleans all the crap off. Fix the dang problem.
But I still love my first vette.
But I still love my first vette.