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….There was a motorcycle battery gingerly teetering on the dashboard of this mid nineties Dakota, I watched it whenever I pushed the accelerator with my toes so as to not have it tumble down to the seat only to bounce up and crinkle itself upon landing on the passenger floor. The truck was a turd, a real embarrassment. On some of the colder days I would keep it idling as I dropped off a part for delivery and it would kind of gallop along for awhile and then almost stop, like a washing machine in between cycles, you’d be ready to write it off as dead when all of the sudden “whoa!” with a blast it’d take off again.