Every couple of months or so, I top off my car battery with a charger to
clean up the plates. A couple of days ago, it had been on about 12
hours and as down to 100ma. I put the equipment away and closed the
hood. It lined up, but I felt a little play when I pushed down. I
decided to open it, to be sure the bumpers were in place.
I couldn’t open it! I’d serviced that car since 1984 and owned it since
1996. I’d never had trouble opening the hood. I thought about using a
sledge hammer and chisel, but I didn’t want to blemish it.
I decided to take a walk. So what if I couldn’t get the hood open for
now? I’d think it over!
As I walked, it occurred to me that except for a 1978 F-150, every
vehicle I could remember that was made since the 1960s had a remote hood
latch. I wondered if my car had one, too.
When I got home, I automatically opened the driver’s door and pulled the
hood latch release. Well, how about that! My car has one, too!
I don’t remember what I don’t think about. I’ve been opening that hood
30 years without thinking about it. If I wanted to open the hood, I’d
open the door and release the latch. The rest was automatic, without a
thought in my head. A couple of days ago, when I was already standing
at the hood, I couldn’t remember that there was something before it in
my mindless sequence.