Six years on a single car battery is a statistical anomaly.
Considering these plastic bricks of lead and acid are biologically programmed to give up the ghost after three to five, I think I've done alright.
I can't even be mad that it finally died.
Just have to respect the hustle of an automotive component that fought through an extra two years of Australian summers, short grocery runs and alternator strain just to save me a few hundred bucks.
Replacing it now isn't a mechanical failure.
It’s actually a well-deserved retirement ceremony for a mechanical warrior that gave me 2,190 days of flawless ignition when it only owed me about half that.
Best of probabilities to you.
Dane.