Stopped Sunday at the Circle K gas station on Alexis Ave in the F 100.
I tried to start it after filling the tank and sparks shot out from under the car. The starter wire welded itself to the exhaust manifold when I went to leave. My starter install left the wire against the manifold I guess
Some dude tried to help but made me move the truck so I wouldn't burn down toledo or something
He turned the key and we did a diagnostic by watching the flames and sparks under the truck.
Wife wouldn't answer the 277,628 calls I made so I hoofed it a mile to Murray auto parts. (ONLY place in town open til midnight on Sunday).
Lo and behold about 1/2 mile away (and embarrasingly enough) there was some car buddies doing what we do best - standing in a parking lot.
Todd gave me a ride, Matt donated jumper cables and Brad coughed up his tool case and I went to work returning my vintage Ford to road worthiness. Probably the best case senario you could have breaking down at night time. I was done NASCAR quick.
Good deal on making it all work out. 
while "playing" in the desert my slick has the following items as necessities stoed away in the back or under the seat: extra battery, starter, belt, alt, radiator hose, clutch to pedle rod, assorted clamps and bolts, and a tool kit that allows me to change all the parts. Oh ya duct tape and twine. Compulsive? Ya but I hate not being as prepared as possible.
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