So... Headed up to the fort for a little fun and as a gift to dad for Father's Day. Took my DD Elantra that I auto-x'd for the last 2+ years as teh swift needs DD tires and we were riding up together. I was buying Dad's way into the Elantra to co-drive his first event. Somethign I've wanted to do for a little while and finally convinced him that it was a good idea! We get to the Coliseum in under 2 hours, see the line at registration with multiple Indy folks already there. Get in line, and wait. And wait and wait and wait.... SO I go unpack the car, get it stickered up and ready, head back over and wait some more. 45 minutes after we got in the line (at 8AM) we finally get checked in.
Ben Stops by and I send him out with Dad and Mom to get dad's first course walk in while I get the car teched in. Still has the '08 Annual in the window. Get over, open the hood, trunk, pull out the helmets with their annual stickers.... and the tech "Dude" comes over, looks at my battery, shakes it, shakes it again and tells me I have a broken tray. I do not. Factory issue tray and hold down still in original condition. I inform Mr intelligence that he is mistaken, and he informs me I must be retarded because it is.... he looks again and says "No, but it's twisted. I can't pass it" TwisteD? WTF? I look at him like he's got 4 heads and 17 arms. "Look, it wiggles, but cannot come out. It's been that way since I bought the car in 02. It's all factory." He now tells me the "battery is too large... must not be original." At this point my patience is gone. I said "Really? Gee, I thought the Duralast battery came stock. OF COURSE it's not the same battery. It can wiggle, but it cannot come out as the factory hold down holds it DOWN and the tray has it locked in all directions."
At this point I am astounded. Why is this guy arguing with me? PAss me or fail me and tell me what you want done. More importantly why would he be making up excuses liek he has so far? Just as I look back down I see he has laid his clipboard down, reaches down deep, braces himself against my bumper and throws his weight into a mighty yank. The plastic tray snapped so loundly I thought he snapped it. No lie. HE's now holding my battery, looks at me with a smirk and says "See?" and drops it into my engine bay!!!!
Battery is now hanging off the cables, laying against my cooling fan and rad hoses at a weird angle and he just leaves it there....Let's say some very unpleasant words were emitted at an increased sound level. An exchange goes on as I'm asking him "Are you going to put the Fing battery back?" a few times and he walks off. HE comes back with some $2 ratchet set and asks flippantly "YOu want mme to install it or not?" HEll no, I don';t want you to TOUCH my car you son of a female K-9. Get the F away from me. Lay the hood down to take it to paddock and hop in the car and there's no power. None. Nada. Zip. Had to push it back to paddock where Ben and Jeremy( local Indy guys, subie lovers) where there (Jeremy saw the entire episode) and a nice guy from FWR offers his mulitmeter. about 45 minutes, a butt connector, lots of sweat and some electrical tape and we have power again.
So, we pack up the car and I head over to the registration tent to get my money back and to get the car home before my temp patch comes apart again. Wait another 35 minutes ( 3 people in front of us,that's it) and explain that their idiot vandalized my car and I want out $60 back as we're getting the berkeley outta Dodge before some other moronic satanic evil twin of Morin #1 decides to make it so we can't get home at all. They fumble around for another 5 minutes, question me if we even paid at all, finally get my cash back and we roll out of there.
Seriously... that was officially the WORST event that I never ran. Sad. Dad and I had been looking forward to this weekend. At least we still had fun up and back and making fun of Mr Moron and his gang of nincompoops