We have a Suburban with a mind of its own. I think we should name it Herbie. Last night after we stopped at the "bad" McDonald's the Suburban wouldn't start. The batteries looked a little low so a nice fellow gave us a jump. But that wasn't the problem. After the engine cooled down a bit I crawled under to see what I could find.
While I was under the car another car pulled up with a HUGE dog inside that was barking and ready to jump out the open window. I was a bit concerned that the dog might decide to attack while I was trapped nearly defenseless under the car, so Jennifer came out and "covered" me until I found the problem.
The ignition wire came off of the starter, so a quick hot wire and the engine roared back to life.
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