This morning I buckled my daughter into her seat. I set her backpack on the front passenger seat. Then I climbed into the driver’s seat of my old Jag and turned the key. BRZ-BRZ-BRZ-BRZ-CLK-CLK-CLK-CLK. It wouldn’t start. I believe the alternator needs a swap as the voltmeter in the car typically reads a touch low when I’m driving. And now that finally caught up to me.
We quickly swapped to the Montero, which fired up right away as its clattery V6 awoke with a far-too-cheerful for the morning sort of attitude. Almost as if to tell the Jag to get its shit together.
It’s not surprising that an old Jaguar wouldn’t fire up after I made it sleep outside all night. In fact, it’s almost an expected behavior for a car like this. What are other stereotypical car behaviors you’ve experienced with your own vehicles.?