I went to IHOP to pick up Jackson tonight. After running in to find him and returning to the S.S. Family Truckster, I inserted the key and turned. Nothing. No dings, no hums, no rrr, rrrrr, rrrrr to speak of. As Ricky Ricardo may have said "The car, Lucy, she don't go!"
It is not the battery. It is not the solenoid. I believe it's a short in the wiring. Kelsey told me this has happened to hear a couple of times but it always started eventually. No luck tonight. She came to get me in my mom's car. We have gone from being a one car family to being a no car family, at least until we can get it over to Mac's Auto Repair to get it looked at. Might as well figure out how to fix that funny sound in the brakes and the unusual, intermittent grinding in the front end.
Not sure how this is all going to land. Even as it nears 150,000 miles, the truck is obviously not beyond repair, but it is sneaking into that zone where you are prioritizing repairs like you would prioritize health care for a 14 year old Golden Retreiver. I mean, of course you love the dog...but...well, you get the idea.
Guess we'll have to figure out how to get everyone to church in the morning...and then anywhere on Monday.
On a happy note, when we ordered phones the other day, we bought a super cheapo one from Costco, took the SIM card out and installed it in one of our older (but better) phones for Jackson to use when he's traveling without us, etc. I promptly took the new cheapo phone and listed it on eBay. The auction just closed and we cleared sixty bucks over the price we paid for it. Kerching! Mac will be elated.