I'm so proud of us! Andy and I are learning lots as we're getting older and doing life together. The other day we loaded up the kids, ready to head out on a big adventure. We had prepared on paper exactly what we wanted to do to prepare our home and family for hurricanes, and we were off to make the necessary purchases.
Okay - all kids loaded up and secured into their carseats? Check.
Mom got all the lists and agenda for the afternoon? Check.
Dad got a soda to sip on to ease the pain of this outing? Check.
Truck starting? No check.
Again, truck starting? Nada, nothing, zilcho.
Andy and I just look at each other and smile. It's just another one of those ordeals. It's so inconvenient we just have to smile.
So we pop the hood, not even knowing where to begin. Andy jiggles some wires, beats on a few parts while I try again to start the truck. Nothing still.
About a month ago we were having similar problems, so we replaced the stripped spark plugs and haven't had any problems since. Surely, surely it's not the same problem again? But we decide to check it out, since we really don't know anything else to do. What do we find?! A severely corroded spark plug.
Hey, I may not be much worth when it comes to fixing a vehicle, but cleaning is my specialty. Andy was a little scared to let me work on this bad boy of a part, but I was up to the challenge and it was actually really fun. Lots of fizzing and bubbling - oohhh, something only a housewife whose primary duty is keeping things (toilet seats, floors, bottoms, etc...) clean can find fun.
So with a newly cleaned spark plug (and connectors - whatever they are called) we are good until the the next no start.
