Turns out my otherwise wonderful car has one little design flaw...it has so many electronic doodads on it, it sucks batteries dry like a starving puppy on a skinny mama.
Having replaced a battery just last fall (car was still under warranty and it didn't cost me a cent) now it looks like I have another dead one on my hands. Seriously, I looked on the Internet and found a mess of Acura TL owners with the same problem. It's our little cross to bear.
My neighbors all work and my block turns into a ghost town during the day.
That means I have to:
1. Walk my long-dormant bicycle to the place down the block to have the low tires pumped up.
2. Ride home and get my gear.
3. Ride to the auto parts store a few blocks away. Buy a battery. Put it in the bike basket and ride home.
4. Replace the dead battery with the new one.
Sounds easy enough except for step 4.
Replacing the battery means horrible things, like having to remember which thing went where and trying not to nick, cut or bruise myself with the tools needed to undo and redo the batteries.
I hate chores like this.
I need a husband or big dumb butch to do this kind of crap for me.