Chungas Revenge
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I’m a tad late on posting my “recent“ victory (five years or so ago, give or take a few months).
But, I figure the stories worth telling.
Ok so, a mutant cousin on my mother’s side once convinced me that it was a good idea to whizz on a pasture fence that was making a strange humming sound. Sounded logical to me (I was five or six at the time). ”electrifying experience” to say the least.
The lingering result of that semi paralyzing event is a slight limp and a clear and present disdain for electrical circuitry, amps, ohms and any and all lesser demons that inhabit the lower realms of voltage hell.
So it is with mild trepidation and an involuntary twitch, that I even attempted to “fix” my charging problem. If you followed the last few posts you’ll understand.
After several trips to Napa, two exchanges of alternators, voltage regulators a sabbatical at the VFW, I was at a total loss to eradicate the gremlins infesting my charging system.
While standing around the front end of the Mule waiting on him to self heal ( it happens occasionally), a lesser ”Master Mule Mechanic” than myself asked a supremely novice question.
“You check the fuses” says he.
“Well of course” says I, stifling a laugh and trying to remember if there was any truth in my reply.
”Well we might as well start with the simple things 1st”, he concluded.
”Sure, I mean yeah, why not? Might as well scratch that off the list 1st”
fast forward at least 2 minutes and my lucky 1st timer is holding what appears to be a perfectly good fuse.
Except this fuse has a “detachable“ contact on one end.
”That’s your problem right there“ says my overly annoying spark chaser. “Thought you said you checked the fuses”
His first time lucky guess and smug retort was wearing on my superior Intellect.
”Well, I mean...Well, I’m pretty sure I er, I did shine my flashlight on each and every fuse in the fuse box”. I said.
”Let’s pop a new one in and see if that helps any”, was his naive and sophomoric conjecture.
A new fuse, turn of the key and the old mule fires to life. Amp meter surges and then settles after a minute or two.
Huh, problem solved. Who would have guessed I could have trained another apprentice mule mechanic in such a short time. Heck I’m going to waive the tuition cost so as not to stifle his confidence.
The old mule has been in the barn the past few years. He’s grown fat and sassy and prone to fits of sullen apathy.
His otherwise brilliant diamond plated luster has lost a little of its shine under a semi permanent coat of dust and neglect. In fact it’s to the point his get up and go, got up and went. He’s thrown the bit and now refuses to start.
I‘ll make sure I post up pics and a little commentary of my master mule mechanic solution to getting the mule to fire.
I’m thinking cattle prod and a new starter.
All these things happened in that order as I recall.
But, I figure the stories worth telling.
Ok so, a mutant cousin on my mother’s side once convinced me that it was a good idea to whizz on a pasture fence that was making a strange humming sound. Sounded logical to me (I was five or six at the time). ”electrifying experience” to say the least.
The lingering result of that semi paralyzing event is a slight limp and a clear and present disdain for electrical circuitry, amps, ohms and any and all lesser demons that inhabit the lower realms of voltage hell.
So it is with mild trepidation and an involuntary twitch, that I even attempted to “fix” my charging problem. If you followed the last few posts you’ll understand.
After several trips to Napa, two exchanges of alternators, voltage regulators a sabbatical at the VFW, I was at a total loss to eradicate the gremlins infesting my charging system.
While standing around the front end of the Mule waiting on him to self heal ( it happens occasionally), a lesser ”Master Mule Mechanic” than myself asked a supremely novice question.
“You check the fuses” says he.
“Well of course” says I, stifling a laugh and trying to remember if there was any truth in my reply.
”Well we might as well start with the simple things 1st”, he concluded.
”Sure, I mean yeah, why not? Might as well scratch that off the list 1st”
fast forward at least 2 minutes and my lucky 1st timer is holding what appears to be a perfectly good fuse.
Except this fuse has a “detachable“ contact on one end.
”That’s your problem right there“ says my overly annoying spark chaser. “Thought you said you checked the fuses”
His first time lucky guess and smug retort was wearing on my superior Intellect.
”Well, I mean...Well, I’m pretty sure I er, I did shine my flashlight on each and every fuse in the fuse box”. I said.
”Let’s pop a new one in and see if that helps any”, was his naive and sophomoric conjecture.
A new fuse, turn of the key and the old mule fires to life. Amp meter surges and then settles after a minute or two.
Huh, problem solved. Who would have guessed I could have trained another apprentice mule mechanic in such a short time. Heck I’m going to waive the tuition cost so as not to stifle his confidence.
The old mule has been in the barn the past few years. He’s grown fat and sassy and prone to fits of sullen apathy.
His otherwise brilliant diamond plated luster has lost a little of its shine under a semi permanent coat of dust and neglect. In fact it’s to the point his get up and go, got up and went. He’s thrown the bit and now refuses to start.
I‘ll make sure I post up pics and a little commentary of my master mule mechanic solution to getting the mule to fire.
I’m thinking cattle prod and a new starter.
All these things happened in that order as I recall.
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