[V8] Audi 5k parts needed

[Vincent Gelinas]

My story isn't as glorious as yours considering the seller for my 89 90q
lives only a hundred miles from me. When I went to pick up the car, I had to
jump it. Big deal. I already know of that problem.  Then I had to give it
more juice than usual as I was backing out of the driveway to unlock the
parking brake, as it had been sitting a while. I had to do that to my Focus
after I hadn't driven her for a few days in wet weather. So I thought
nothing of it. As I was pulling out on the main road, I went to light her up
and accelerate quickly, she sputtered and almost died.  I pull over to the
side of the road and she sputters for about thirty seconds and goes back to
normal. I knew she needed a tune up and I didn't know how bad the plug wires
etc was so I didn't think much of it. About halfway between Keene and the
Colby-Sawyer campus, she does what she's been doing ever since then. The one
jerk and die. However, that pesky dead battery.  As it takes a battery
worthy of cranking over a locomotive to get these cars turning, my poor,
little, trusty, half charged Black and Decker jumper wouldn't cut it. And
whadya know! The rain starts again! Luckily my fiancee was following me, so
the worst I had to do was pull out the jumper cables after maneuvering the
Jetta around to face the Audi on the shoulder of the luckily calm highway.
So after much nerve-frying extra steady throttle application using my gears
to control speed and engine load, I made it to the CSC campus where my
fiancee parked the Jet so she could go to class the next day and I could
bring the 90 up to Enfield, where I live.

The trip through New London was smooth.  When I went to get on I89 north,
however, I put my foot in it, forgetting that I had to be careful.  She
jerked like a hand away from a light socket and died.  I used my momentum to
drive onto the curb so I was away from the path of the on ramp.  Not having
my lady trailing me anymore, I called roadside assistance to jump me with
the packs that can crank a semi.  That got me rolling again and I started
using the mountains to hypermile and use my momentum (hitting an easy,
buttery smooth eighty on a downhill stretch) to get me to my exit (about 30
miles), averaging an impressive 40 mpg. The easy times stopped when I got to
my exit though.

Shortly after my exit, there is a seven percent uphill grade that's about a
quarter mile long. I would come to dread this hill as I drove the tired car
more and more, as I was almost guaranteed to stall on this hill.  This was
time number one.  As I was about five hilly miles from home, I just called a
tow and made it home.

Though there is something sad about seeing your car on the flatbed of a
wrecker, I was relieved to be home.

V
On Jan 21, 2011 10:21 PM, <cobram at juno.com> wrote: