Some of our friends often joke how my spouse lives under a lucky star. And he does. Of course he'll tell you he makes his own luck.
Whatever.
Well, he managed to have a job in Miami. Okay. Then he gets a sales call in Key West at the Naval Air Station. Now he can pretty much right off the whole HemiD visit to the company. Nice, huh?
So, he went to finally fix the battery problem. (However, every time he called, he was half in the bag in downtown Key West, hmmmmm)
But, he did get a lot done. He replaced the batteries, deciding screw it on the AGMs and put good old fashioned buggers in. And managed to convincingly tell some sob story to West Marine and get the replacement batteries at cost. (Lucky star)
Also, with a lot of head and butt scratching, he figgered out that there was a fault in the battery charger (bad Xantrex, bad, bad Xantrex) and that is what caused the AGMs to overcharge, which caused them to crap out and really....AGM batteries are kinda candy assed if you ask me. That was under warranty so that was no biggie.
He also replace the tach since ours wasn't reading out the engine hours. Also some odds and ends that were irritating me.
I also tasked him with doing the laundry, that quickly got sub-contracted out to the local laundromat. No surprise there.
And he came back with some lovely gewgaws for me, that's my man, drunk shopping for his gal.
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