Alot has happened (or has not) since June 1st when we turned 45.
The battery that mab and I bought the day I bought the car finally gave up the ghost. I knew it was coming because I'd run the radio for 30 minutes while working on it and have to roll it out and jump start it -- which was an epic fail.
Purchased a new Exide 60 month battery with a rebate + the core + the pro-rate on the fact that I only got 62 months out of the 84 month battery (probably due to my over zealous, over charging, boiling the electrodes factory style electro-mechanical voltage regulator that I replaced a few months ago with a solid-state model), the battery cost me a whopping $28.99.
Here comes the hard part: The autolite battery mab and I purchased had the little plastic lip on the side of it (which didn't really hold the battery anyway) -- but the Exide did not. Nothing a bungee cord couldn't fix:
Ordered a 67-and-later style battery tray and battery mount which arrived 7-8 before my parents got here for the PMc concert -- and on my work bench it sits.
Fast forward to August: Left Chevron one morning last week and heard a giant clunk. Yes, my power steering ram. There's like 2000lbs worth of force on that ram, so a standard sheet metal washer which I had in there as a spacer didn't last long and the ram mangled it enough to pull it through the hole in the bracket. Not a problem that $2.19 at Lowes couldn't fix and we're back in business.
The Mustang also served as the family car for the 6 weeks the chef was gone away on her voyage to the mountains -- at which time I put over 2000 miles on it. Not a single problem. I love it. Once I have an A/C and seal all the leaks I'm looking forward to this being my full time, year round, everyday, for every reason driver. Right now sometimes the day is too hot to do that -- but I DO take it to the train station every day when I commute to work. Good to feel like it did in 2006 when it was my sole ride.
