Saturday...

Saturday morning began with a dead car in the parking lot (from being towed) and Jim the adventurer pumping up the tires and pre-trip checking his bicycle for the 2.5 mile (one way) trek to AutoZone. Craig removed the old battery and we bunge corded it to the rear of the bike... (glad I didn't remove the small cargo rack). I then mounted up and away I went to AutoZone. I got there and they had a battery in stock and I bought a small tool kit to keep in the car. I strapped the battery on the back of the bike and carried the bag with the tool kit on one handlebar... (which managed to smack me in the right shin so many times that I went numb with the pain). But I managed to remain upright the entire time (Lance Armstrong doesn't have to worry about me), and deliver the battery to Craig who installed it and it fired right up. But the auxilliary fan kept coming on and Craig believed that this was what sucked the battery dry...(it wasn't my fault, after all. Felt better about that one). So we needed to remove the battery cable before we left the car and I would have it checked out on Monday...(Craig said at least they couldn't steal the car with the battery disconnected...What a guy!). So, we had lunch and off to Barrett Jackson we went.

We were able to find seats in the auction arena (see pictures) and watched as hundreds of thousands of dollars were being spent on car after car... (they were auctioning the premier cars that were on display in main showroom). Listening to the auctioneers reminded us of Quagmire from Family Guy (20,000-20,000 giggity-giggity-giggity-22,000!). It was hard to sit there for too long before you started talking in fast bursts and your brain began to turn to jelly, but the cars were unbelievable. We were spotted by the Speed Channel girls and our picture was taken and we got some free tee shirts and some other swag. We made our way around the yard again and headed out to get some sushi that we missed on Friday night (due to the car dilemma) and then headed home. Craig believed he had the answer to the fan problem and he would investigate further in the morning. Nice to have a personal mechanic staying with me, but if he charges me by the mile from Virginia to Arizona, I am up the creek. We parked the car, disconnected the battery, and watched some episodes of "Bully Beatdown" on MTV2... (Find it and watch it. It's hilarious!).

Sunday was supposed to be a glorious sunny day (finally a real Arizona weather day) and I planned to take Craig to the diner for breakfast and to my local hangout for the football games. But first he was going to see if his diagnosis of the car fan problem was correct.