The other day I went to take Princess to school and the suburban wouldn't start. This had happened once in the last week already, so I knew just what to do. I got out the jumper cables,
phoned a friend who brought her car over, then tried to jump start the dead 'burb.
Nothing. My friend volunteered to take Princess to school (thanks, Jenny!) and let me use her car to run errands afterward. I graciously accepted. But then I started to think... I remembered how Allen let me in on a little secret about his vehicle repair know-how: he just figured things out as he needed to.
I could do that.
I remembered how I replaced the headlight by myself just a couple of weeks ago
and what a feeling of sweet satisfaction I had afterward.
I can at least attempt to fix the problem, I thought.
I did a search on the internet listing the basic problem and found this practical solution: "Try whacking the fuel tank with a 2 x 4 or rubber mallet to move the pump commutator and start it again."
Now this was a tool I knew I could find. I got a nice 2x4 from the garage...
and set out to find the fuel tank.
I knew the fuel went in here...
so I climbed under the vehicle and followed this
to here. Fuel tank! Larger than life...So I gave it a good whack...
then tried to restart the 'burb. And guess what? It worked!
I now keep an extra tool in the back in case of emergencies:
And you know what? I think I can do anything.
Just call me an Automotive Goddess.