Yesterday I was cleaning the terminals on my battery and I got the positive one all clean and put those little felt thingies on it. Well then we tried to do the negative, but the wheel on the cable is stripped. So my brother put baking soda and water on it. It looked like it had cleaned the outside...so my brother said that I can just get new terminal cables cause the look like they are in bad shape anyway. I go to start my car to go to work. And it won't start. I get a ticking noise. Well my brother and his friend pull up in the Cadillac and get ready to jump start my car. Jayson leans over and pulls off the negative cable. Apparently the baking soda and water had loosened it more. When we got it back in place...Sean jump started my car anyway. I tried to tell him to let me turn it on, but he didn't. I was just glad my car was running. I was able to restart it at work so that was good.
What my car has costed me so far:
Car-$2000
Taxes-$200
Emissions Test-$15
Down Payment on Insurance-$70
Oil and Felt Thingies-$4
Jump Start
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Re: Jump Start
That's not bad for a used car.Painted wrote:What my car has costed me so far:
Car-$2000
Taxes-$200
Emissions Test-$15
Down Payment on Insurance-$70
Oil and Felt Thingies-$4
It seemed like every used car I ever purchased cost me about $1,000 more within the first two weeks.
They're sold for a reason... usually there's something wrong with them that the previous owner didn't want to fix. You've done pretty well so far.
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I once had a pedestrian on a bicycle hit me.
I was pulling out of an alley, when she crammed right into the side of my car.
I was pretty freaked out. I jumped out and ran around to the front of the car and asked her if she was alright.
She said "No!" So, as I was asking her if there was anyone I could call or if she needed my phone, John Q. Public Asshole came running across the street. "YOU NEED TO CALL THE COPS, YOU NEED TO SUE HIM! HE HIT YOU AND DIDN"T STOP! I SAW THE WHOLE THING!"
So, I ask if she can walk, and she says yes. So she and I go back up to Crosswalk where she was from. We talk to the guy there, who says that they'll have to call the cops, and should get her up to the hospital.
I ask the guy behind the counter for pen and paper, so I can write down my driver lic., insurance, and contact info. As the guy puts the paper up on the counter, John Q. Public Asshole rips a whole in space and time, and suddenly appears next to me, and grabs the pen and paper, and again interjects. "YOU NEED TO CALL THE COPS, I SAW EVERYTHING, THIS GUY HIT THIS GIRL AND DIDN'T STOP!"
I just kinda tip my head to the side, and watch as this guy writes down his info. Write down my stuff, and then drive home.
When I call the insurance company, they had me give a statement... then they ask the big question. "Do you think this is your fault?" I kinda paused and said... "Well, the girl was scraped up a bit, and it's unfortunate that she's hurt, but no... it's not my fault. She shouldn't have been riding her bike on the sidewalk."
I was sweating it quite a bit, until the police called, and told me the full story. She was scraped up a bit, not badly. They put some bandaids on her and sent her back to Crosswalk. The best part though, was that she didn't have brakes on her bike.
Ugh.
I was pulling out of an alley, when she crammed right into the side of my car.
I was pretty freaked out. I jumped out and ran around to the front of the car and asked her if she was alright.
She said "No!" So, as I was asking her if there was anyone I could call or if she needed my phone, John Q. Public Asshole came running across the street. "YOU NEED TO CALL THE COPS, YOU NEED TO SUE HIM! HE HIT YOU AND DIDN"T STOP! I SAW THE WHOLE THING!"
So, I ask if she can walk, and she says yes. So she and I go back up to Crosswalk where she was from. We talk to the guy there, who says that they'll have to call the cops, and should get her up to the hospital.
I ask the guy behind the counter for pen and paper, so I can write down my driver lic., insurance, and contact info. As the guy puts the paper up on the counter, John Q. Public Asshole rips a whole in space and time, and suddenly appears next to me, and grabs the pen and paper, and again interjects. "YOU NEED TO CALL THE COPS, I SAW EVERYTHING, THIS GUY HIT THIS GIRL AND DIDN'T STOP!"
I just kinda tip my head to the side, and watch as this guy writes down his info. Write down my stuff, and then drive home.
When I call the insurance company, they had me give a statement... then they ask the big question. "Do you think this is your fault?" I kinda paused and said... "Well, the girl was scraped up a bit, and it's unfortunate that she's hurt, but no... it's not my fault. She shouldn't have been riding her bike on the sidewalk."
I was sweating it quite a bit, until the police called, and told me the full story. She was scraped up a bit, not badly. They put some bandaids on her and sent her back to Crosswalk. The best part though, was that she didn't have brakes on her bike.
Ugh.
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A little while ago when I was riding to work that almost happened to me. It was my fault even though the person was not looking to see if pedestrians were coming. I was flying down Hamilton and se backs out really fast...those brakes were on so quick and I came so close to hitting her car. I was literaly 2 inches away from her car and about two seconds from needing new work pants. 
