Poor Henry the 1990 Ford Taurus has seen better days.
The longest I've ever left him alone before was seven months, and he started right up when I got home. But ten months seems to have been a little too long. The battery is completely dead.
Ray and the Arrow tried giving Henry a jump. His dashboard lights came on after a while, and I could hear a little click, but after about 15 minutes, we still didn't have enough power to turn over. I thought about continuing to charge up, but I'm worried about build-up on the brakes, so I'm going to call AAA for a tow this week and head up to see my trusty mechanic—Mike at Alpha-Omega—near Journal Square.
The longest I've ever left him alone before was seven months, and he started right up when I got home. But ten months seems to have been a little too long. The battery is completely dead.
Ray and the Arrow tried giving Henry a jump. His dashboard lights came on after a while, and I could hear a little click, but after about 15 minutes, we still didn't have enough power to turn over. I thought about continuing to charge up, but I'm worried about build-up on the brakes, so I'm going to call AAA for a tow this week and head up to see my trusty mechanic—Mike at Alpha-Omega—near Journal Square.
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