Remember, it is always a good thing to be parked right next to a Battery and Tire shop.
Mom is in France these two weeks, to see my youngest brother, Wai, who is stationed there. The wife was at home, resting and watching over Faith who was having her home-based modified ABA lesson. So it was a Sunday morning breakfast with just Isaac and my Dad.
We found a parking lot right next to this Battery and Tire shop, and good thing too, because the car decided to not start when we were ready to leave. So the old man who ran the place sprang into action, and picked out the right battery for my car.
Half an hour, he said, then the new battery will be charged up and ready. So Dad and I returned to the coffee shop with Isaac, to kill some time.
We had another round of drinks, some cold Green Tea, and I kept a bored and hot Isaac busy and entertained with my camera phone.
Dad muttered, "He is doing a boost charge on the battery, actually not very good, like that," the experience from his 40 years working on the electrical systems of Boeing jets speaking. "But no choice, lah. You cannot wait for your car battery overnight."
Just when we were about to wither from the heat, the battery was installed and my car roared back into life. I was happy to see that the old guy knew what he was doing, and kept the car's electrical current alive with another backup battery when he removed the old spoyr one. I would have hated to get a new battery into the car only to find the car's immobiliser progamming reset or messed up.
That would have been a bummer on a Sunday morning of a long holiday weekend.
