Amen to that, brother.

Some years ago, I was bidding farewell to my Sweetheart and my daughter as they set-off on a long and hard journey through the Northeast to visit several colleges.

Although I had just driven the car to fuel it up, it would not start when my wife turned the key. As luck would have it, I had just read about the underhood main FI system fuse succumbing to the elements, so while she sat in the driver's seat with that "What now?" look on her face, I told my Dear Heart to pop the hood. Sure enough, the fuse looked like corroded chicken shit.

I cleaned things up with a brass toothbrush, gave them a dose of De-Oxit and No-Ox then slammed the hood closed. As they drove off, I'm certain a celestial glow appeared over my head as I basked in the self-satisfaction of heroism.

Sometimes ya get lucky.


Rich