What I am about to describe is just an ordinary everyday challenge. Now. Even a few years ago, it would have been a major challenge fraught with cost and logistics. Not exactly panicked, I would have been on high alert and working fast in the veil of darkness of not knowing what I was doing. Maybe a bit tense is the best way to describe then. A boat motor NOT working is NOT good for your nerves when you live OTG. Yeah. Tense is the word.
And I was not looking forward to seeing Guido again.
We came back from a big shop and tied up the boat to wait for the tide to come up a bit before the schlepping began. But, when I went back to it, the boat was dead. Not a hum. Not a click. Zilch. So, I got Sal’s boat and brought it alongside mine. Sal joined me as we swapped everything over. We also grabbed the batteries from my boat to check them out later. She then took it around to the lower funicular and loaded them up. It was a pretty full load. And we remained busy til it was almost dusk.
We left the batteries on charger for two days and then went down to the boat with a bunch of tools to see what the matter was. Checked all wiring….good. Batteries charged right up…good. Ignition and shift gear control unit taken down, apart and checked with multimeter….good.
“Well, damn! Everything easy or medium-hard checks out. Looks like an engine problem, Sal. I sure hope it is NOT the starter.”
And so parts start coming off the engine to get at the starter and once revealed, it seems dead. Bummer. Multimeter suggests starter or some kind of relay/ignition component that looks like a plastic cube with wires. I wanted to know which was wonky. So, I take a wire and ‘jump’ the system and sure enough, the starter works and the engine runs.
“Sweetie! You are a genius! What did you do?”
“Fluked a fix. Got lucky again. But we clearly have a dead ignition component so I will have to get a part. In the meantime, I can wire in two hot leads that we touch together like car thieves and that will act like an ignition.”
“Cool. Grand Theft runabout!”
And, so we wired that up and now have two wire leads that are contacted to start the engine and then we ‘marret’ them and tuck them away to stay uncontacted while we drive around. Total ‘cobble’. Real Rube Goldberg. A smidge of the Guido school of mechanics. But, it works.
The reason for the story is a bit related to the previous post….we are changing. Attitudes, confidence level, competence, standards…..we had a problem, we remained calm. We worked through the problem and concluded it was, indeed, a broken crucial part, but remained calm. Then we found a way to carry on with a little experimentation and guts and still remained calm. That is new.
But that news is that it is NOT the real news. The real news is that this is an example of the larger change we are experiencing. That is part of the growth, if you will. That is part of a shift in consciousness and an increase in practical everyday knowledge.
Even five years ago, that problem would have necessitated engine removal, transport to larcenous mechanics who would ‘need to keep it’ for two weeks and then sad-facedly hand me a bill for $1200.00. It might work. It might not. “No problem, Mr. Cox, Luigi and Alfredo ran it til it told us what we wanted, if ya know I mean? We leaned on it a bit, eh? I think we gonna have no problem with this little guy in future. You got a problem, you call me. Capiche?”
No real guarantees from Guido. I’d prefer to do it myself.
Or, even better, let Sal do it.