>> Thursday, August 06, 2009
...but yesterday I was forced to.
I got ready for class yesterday and headed out to my car. It was dead. It had been starting harder over the last week, and now it was completely dead. So I hopped on my “commuter” bike (a Specialized Hardrock Sport mountain bike with thinner tires) in my pants and button-up shirt, and booked it into Minneapolis. After class, I biked home, changed into athletic clothes, grabbed Goldilocks (my tri bike), and biked to the Y for a swim.
Matt (who you can see a lot of in my previous post) came over last night to run with Pharmie, and he helped diagnosed the problem: it wasn’t the starter; it wasn’t the alternator; it was my battery. My battery was completely dead. So after their run, he helped change my battery. And by “helped,” I mean “he changed my battery as I played with a ratchet.”
Biking was the LAST thing I wanted to do yesterday, being I had my first Time Trial the night before (see previous post), but I did everything I needed to yesterday, AND biked 22 unnecessary miles on top of that.
Off to work. Let’s hope my car starts!...
(Update: I'm at work and my car is running great! Thanks Matt!)