I Was The Unfortunate Victim....

.....of a brain fart.

I hate them. I hate them because when you figure out the solution to the problem you realize that indeed you were an idiot. And no one wants to look stupid, now do they?

This morning I had somewhere to be, Chase was at school and Jorden had the day off. Since Chase was gone, I thought it would be a good idea to drive Jason's truck instead of my car. It's easy for me to throw Jorden's booster seat in there and by occasionally driving it I don't have to worry about starting it up every few days so the battery doesn't die.

I go out this morning to start it up and get it warm and the darn thing won't start. I couldn't figure out why it wouldn't start because it had only been sitting for 3 days. Based on what it was doing, it was a problem with the starter and that's a major repair. Not something I wanted to deal with.

So later when I'm shoveling the driveway (damn the Army for taking Jason away!) and I'm talking to my neighbor. I tell him the problem and I go over to start it up. This time the engine turns right over.

Wanna know what the problem was? This morning, when I turned the key, I didn't have my foot on the clutch. Anyone who drives a stick knows that you have push down the clutch first, then turn the key.

Silly me.