Tuesday morning I noticed my brake lights were on. Which freaked me the fuck out. I knew I wasn't in the car and nobody else was either. So I had Asshat #1 make sure my purse was still in the trunk and went about my business.
Thursday night, the brake lights were back on. I went out and lifted the brake pedal. I swear it did not even move, but the lights went off. For about a half hour. Then they were back on. Fine. There must still be a bit of air in the brake line. I'll prop the brake pedal up with an empty pop can for now. So I jammed a can under there. It worked for about 15 minutes.
It's not as if it's the headlights right? How much can those little brake lights use anyhow?
Friday morning when I went to unlock my car, I discovered that those little effers use enough to drain the battery.
Had I been MacGuyver, I probably could have used that BBQ igniter to start my car. But I'm not. MacGuyver that is.
And since all of my neighbors either work for a living or sleep all damn day I had to have my Dad drive over and give me a boost. As a public service - boost is the proper term to use. Asking strange men if they can give you a jump isn't quite the thing. Who knew?
I also discovered that the reason why propping the pop can under the pedal wouldn't keep the brake lights off was because I jammed it under the clutch pedal. Which has nothing at all to do with the brake lights.
I'm using a water bottle under the pedal for now. It works when you jam it under the right one.