What I don’t know about cars could fill a very large book. Maybe even a couple. I have a basic understanding of the internal combustion engine and I know that a car (hybrids not withstanding) needs spark, compression and fuel to operate.
Yesterday morning I had a twinge of intuition that something wasn’t quite right with my faithful little 1993 Saturn SL1 when I started it up. I couldn’t tell you what it did that gave me that feeling. But something was a little off.
Yesterday afternoon my bad feeling manifested itself. I left work, got in the car to drive downtown where E and I planned our anniversary dinner, and it wouldn’t start.
I depressed the clutch pedal, turned the key and stepped on the gas.
I was sure it was the starter motor not engaging. I convinced myself it’s not the battery because it didn’t go RRuurr RRuurrr rruuuuuuurr or even * click * click *
This afternoon E and I drove to where I had left it in my company parking lot, fortunately facing downhill. He gave me a push and had me pop the clutch and it started right up.
E tells me it could be either the starter motor or the battery. He’ll have one of his friends help take a look at it tomorrow. At least we got it safely home in the garage. I’m a little unsure that the problem is the battery. It’s a 60-month battery I bought 3 years ago. Still, the car seems to go through batteries a little more quickly than I think I should.