By Martin Bunn
From the February, 1964 issue of
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Gus Solves a Couple of Current Problems
"Man wants a rental battery and recharge," reported Stan, hanging up the Model Garage phone. "Want me to go, Boss? Its out Hathaway Lane."
"Ill take it," said Gus Wilson. "Youd better finish the Dodson car."
"Roger. Just as glad not to have to switch batteries in this cold," confessed Stan. "Beats me why some people try to scrape through winter with a battery thats dead on its feet."
"Sometimes," said Gus, "its because its because its not the battery thats dead."
With that, he hoisted a rental battery into the wrecker and drove out.
Hathaway Lane was just outside the town limits, a moderately new subdivision. Car ports outnumbered garages. A the address given, a two-year-old compact stood under one such wall-less shelter. Gus stopped behind it.
Promptly there was a banging of house doors, and a middle-aged man, dressed for the road, came out to the wrecker.
"Names Strand," he said. "Thanks for coming. I should be getting on my way."
"If a hot battery will start your car, Mr. Strand, you soon will be."
"Oh, its the battery, all right. Its the second time this month its dead."
Taking the rental with him, Gus went to the car and raised the hood. The battery terminals were clean and tight, but plugs and distributor were overlaid with grime that testified to long neglect. Gus turned the key to "start." A click of the solenoid was the only response. He removed the battery and installed the rental.
"Want to try it now?" suggested Gus.
As Strand got in, Gus watched the throttle linkage. The starter churned vigorously, but only after several revolutions did the engine fire. To Guss ear it sounded badly in need of a tune-up.
"You know," he said to Strand, "the battery may be okay, but run down because something makes starting tough. For one thing, I noticed you pumped the gas when it didnt take off right away. That floods the manifold, and the battery has to crank longer to clear it."
Strand flushed slightly. "I know better. Its sort of reflex."
"Plugs could be dirty or badly gapped," said Gus. "Want me to check em?"
The mans jaw set stubbornly. "It took off fine with a good battery, didnt it? So thats all it needs. If mines shot, tell me and Ill buy a new one."
Gus nodded, picked up the weak battery, and trudged back to his car. He was surprised, as he hoisted it aboard, to find Strand beside him.
"Sorry I barked like that. Im short of sleep and grouchy because she woke me up againmy neighbor, I mean."
Gus must have looked as puzzled as he felt, for Strand went on. "This woman next door works an early shift at the telephone exchange. She leaves around five a.m. Several mornings now shes hopped into her car and sounded off long and loud on the horn before driving away. Once awake, I cant drop off again."
"Thats rough," said Gus. "She driving a car pool or something like that?"
"No, shes alone. Some time ago my wife asked her why the horn bit. Know what she said? Unless she does it, the car wont start! Do you buy that?"
Strand was so intense that Gus had to iron out a grin hurriedly. "Never heard that one before, and we have one woman customer who gives us some dandies," he added, thinking of Daisy Allen. "But theres usually a grain of sense in what she says, if you can find it."
Strand snorted. "Not with this one. I just have to blow the horn, or the engine wont start, she says. Wacky dame!"
Gus climbed in. "Want to come for the battery, or shall we bring it out?"
Strand seemed suddenly preoccupied. "Eh? Dont know yet. Better phone."
"Well, how was that battery?" asked Stan as Gus drove in. "D.O.A.?"
"TV hospital lingo. Dead on arrival."
Gus grunted. "Dead enough. It may come around. Put it on the line."
Stan lifted it out and did so.
"Guess youll have to go out Hathaway Lane next time, Stan," said Gus.
"Sure thing. Any special reason?"
"We may get a woman customer there whos right up your alley. Her engine wont start unless she blows the horn first."
"Honest. And since you do so well fixing way-out troubles for Mrs. Allen . . ."
". . . Id want to send youour offbeat troubleshooter," finished Gus.
Gus wasnt surprised to find that Strands battery was taking a charge nicely. Shortly before closing time he asked Stan to phone the customer.
"I told him he could come for it in the morning," reported Stan later. "But he wants you to bring it out by eight-thirty, even though itll cost him a call."
"Okay. You can take it while I open up," said Gus.
Stan grinned. "If you say so, Boss. But he specially asked you to come yourself."
Light snow was falling as Gus turned into Strands driveway next morning. He had the battery in place before Strand came out.
"Hello. Youre very prompt again."
"Your battery came up fine. Anything you wanted to see me about?"
"Well, you said something about checking the plugs. Guess they are oldtheyre the ones that came with the car."
Gus got out a wrench and set to work. The first two plugs he removed told all.
"Olds the word. These electrodes are so burned you have almost double the normal gap. One reason for hard starting."
Replacing the plugs, Gus opened the distributor and inspected the points. They were pitted, the rub block was well worn, and the gap a scant few thousandths.
"Here are a couple more reasons your battery has it tough," Gus pointed out. "The points are set so close they dont make a really clean break, so the sparks not as hot as it should be. Also, this small gap makes the spark late.
"Its easy to diagnose a no-start as battery failure, but sometimes thats only the last straw. What you really needed before your battery quit was an engine tune-up. With good ignition, the battery probably wouldnt have run way down like that."
Strand nodded thoughtfully. "Funny how a fellows willing to settle for a battery boost to get the car started, and once its running doesnt care why it let him down. Ill be in for that tune-up today."
"Sleep better this morning?" asked Gus. "Did she quit blowing the horn?"
"Eryes. I mean no. Look, its been happening every other day or so. I know, and you know, that blowing that blasted horn cant have a thing to do with starting the engine. But Im not a mechanic. I thought if you told her . . ."
"Me? But I thought she left at five."
"Not today. Shes off duty, and my wifes made her promise not to use the car until youd had a look at it."
Gus picked up his tool kit.
In the next carport stood a not-very-new Pontiac. Strand rang the doorbell. A wispy but pretty little blonde came out.
"This is Mr. Wilson, Miss Carr. Im hoping he can show you that its not necessary to blow the horn."
Miss Carrs mouth tightened. "Well, it is. Not every morning, but some. Im sorry it wakes you, Mr. Strand, but its the only way, and I can prove itto you and to him, too."
"Right now, Miss Carr?" asked Gus.
"Yes," she said triumphantly. "Because this is one of those mornings it wont start otherwise. I came out earlier and tried it, without blowing the horn. When I do, it will start. Youll see!"
"Thats impossible!" blurted Strand. "I know enough about engines
to be sure the horn hasnt a thing to do with it. Has it, Mr. Wilson?"
"Temper, I guess. I was already late, and the supervisor is fussy about that, so when the engine wouldnt chug over I could have shrieked. Instead I blew the horn hard. That must have calmed me, because then I tried the starter again, and it worked!"
"How does it act evenings?"
"Oh, it always starts right away in the afternoon, when my shift is over. I neednt blow the horn then."
"Lets have a look, Miss Carr," he said.
"She unlocked the car and, as Gus got in, gave him the keys. He turned the ignition switch to "start." There wasnt a sound or a twitch from the engine.
"Batterys dead," pronounced Strand.
"No, its not," said Miss Carr severely. "Now you blow the horn and . . ."
Gus got out. "Id like you to do that, Miss Carr. But let me open the hood first, and dont do it until I signal you."
She nodded and got in. Beckoning to Strand, Gus swung the hood up.
"Its only a hunch," he said to Strand. "But watch both battery terminals."
Strand nodded. Gus waved his arm. A furious blare came from the horn. Between the positive battery post and its spring clamp a small blue arc flared briefly. An instant later the starter ground and the motor roared to life.
Gus cleaned both terminals, reset their clamps, and told Miss Carr she wouldnt need to blow the horn to start.
"But tell me why," said Strand. "I still cant believe it."
"Well, instead of honest bolts, those clamps have only springs to grip the battery posts. In time they weaken. Corrosion forms between the clamps and the postsoften just overnight. It builds up so much resistance that current cant flow."
"But it must have. The horn blew."
"Sure," said Gus. "But the effect of a resistance depends on how much current is trying to squeeze through it. In other words, the voltage drop depends on the current across that resistance. The horn doesnt take much, so that corroded connection caused only a small voltage drop, leaving enough to form an arc that burned away the corrosion."
"But the starter circuiteven the starter solenoidtakes so much more current that there was a big voltage drop the instant she turned on the key. There wasnt enough voltage to jump an arc over, and what little current passed couldnt even kick in the solenoiduntil blowing the horn burned away the resistance."
"Well, thanks," said Strand. "Now Ive got something to look forward to."
"Sleeping till eight tomorrow."
Stan looked up as Gus drove into the Model Garage.
"Howd we do, Gus? Did you get that goofy dame for a customer?"
"Uhyou might say she got me."
"She sure sounds spooky. How did you handle her trouble?"
"Id better not tell you," said Gus. "Youd think I was blowing my horn."