Having obtained a silver 156 Sportwagon in dizzle flavour from our very own Moog of this Parish. I decided to visit the barn in Essex to give it some cosmetic attention as the plan was to get my mate to drive it to the local lock up at the weekend. The aim was to tackle the small bits of rust and scratches that adorn its svelte bodywork and just give it a bit of attention.
This visit coincided with my multi-Daf owning mate who needed to move a small white Volvo 66 saloon under the eaves of the barn. The plan was to move the Alfa, lob the Volvo in the barn and then put the Alfa at the front of the queue ready for Saturday.
Well, that was the plan.
It would have worked superbly but for one teeny tiny thing. The Alfa battery was as flat as a skinny pancake. Zilch, no warning lights or anything. Arsebiscuits.
Ok, no problem. The Sable is next to it and a set of jump leads were used. Feck all difference. The engine did a half-arsed (at best) attempt to growl but no way was it going to fire. Am pretty sure I hadn't left anything 'on' electrically.
It has been a good few weeks since I was at the barn but I didn't anticipate the battery death, sadly I didn't have a socket set handy to remove the lump of a thing. I have a good trickle charger to try and resurrect the battery once off. A new one is around 70 quid so that will have to wait a while
It was looking a bit tidier on the bodywork mind.