First day luck is holding fast and firm. A friend, Roger R., relates his father's belief that the fickle finger of fate lies in wait to take a poke at all of us. Whenever anything goes awry his dad would attribute it to fate's plot. "The Plot got him" he'd say.
Packed up Thursday night ready to pull out to work Friday morning and leave from there. I did some minor electrical work Thursday night and, imagine my surprise when I opened the garage door and saw a brilliant red glow from Betsy's taillight. Yup, the Plot got me. I left the key on accessory all night long. The battery was low and, for the first time ever, Betsy failed to crank. I flooded her before she caught and the battery just didn't have enough left to do the job. I tried charging it but it wouldn't work. I even changed out the spark plugs and she still didn't go. So...I left her on trickle charge and drove the car to work not knowing if I was leaving for my trip or not.
The good news is they ran me out of the office about 1:30pm and when I got home Betsy fired right up and said, "Let's go!" We did. Drove to San Antonio and stopped for the night. Why San Antonio? Breakfast, of course.
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