1994 525i: the code to the stereo, so it has never worked…
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Here's all the background on the problem:
Submitted: 12 years ago.Category: BMW
I bought my 1994 525i about nine months ago. I love the car, however a couple of issues have developed. First I wasn't given the code to the stereo, so it has never worked...just displays 'code'. I was told to remove the stereo and get the serial number and I could use that to get the code. Plain and simple, I am not mechanically inclined (yet) and I don't want to mess anything up, so I've been able to live without sounds.
(I should add that I'm on a medium-tight budget)
Next,during Thanksgiving time, I went into the market with a lot on my mind, and left the lights on. I had to have security give me a jump, and things were fine until my next days off, when typically I don't go anywhere, just play dead at home. After I hadn't driven it for a couple of days, again I had to get a jump start.
All went well until my next two days off, when I should have started it once or twice, but I had forgotten about that. (blonde) My girlfriend gave me a jump, and I was on my way again.
Then the other night, long after midnight I ran down to the AM/PM and was only in the store for maybe five minutes, and when I came out, it cranked, but wouldn't start. Since it was just me and the guy working inside, I asked him to give me a jump, and thankfully he obliged.
I only have a funky little set of cables that came in my road kit for a woman, along with a high-heel shoe (hammer) and a butter knife (screwdriver), etc. After hooking them up to his car, it still cranked but wouldn't start.
Okayyy...it's 2:00am, who to call? who to call?? Only one answer...my girlfriend, Sandi. Sooo, I woke her up and she agreed to get into her unregistered vehicle and come pick me up. (BFF)(The guy at the store said I could leave the car, and it would be ok.)
As we exitted the parking lot (you guessed it!) I thought we were at a disco with all the flashing lights! Needless to say poor, tired Sandi was ticketed. (No good deed goes unpunished.) We brainstormed about how to get my car home for a few minutes, out in front of my house, to no avail, and we parted company. After getting inside and pondering how I could help her with the ticket, it hit me! Sheesh! I have AAA! (blonde)
The next day, I called my only other 'friend' in the world, Cathy, and lo and behold, she was having car probs and hers was up on jacks in her driveway...but her friend Theresa was down the street from my house at the school, and if I stood out front, she would describe me to her. That went smoothly, and she drove me to the AM/PM
We get there...and...like a vision...was a AAA truck (with a car on it)and the driver was just getting ready to leave.
Theresa jumped out of the car and up onto the passenger side steps and commenced to chat with the driver. Next thing I know, she turns to me and tells me to go over and open my hood.
(seems her x-husband was a tow driver and worked with this guy, and he was going to give me a jump!) COOL.
So, he pulls out these new-looking, really beefy set of cables and plugs them into the front of his truck, and voila! I'm in business!
I tipped him ten bucks and he was on his way. I slipped Theresa a little something for her time, trouble, and gas...and we both went our separate ways. Life was good.
Each time thereafter, when I went to my car, I fully expected it not to start, but it did... for the next day and a half...until I went into town to the 99cent store.
I came out of there, and same thing...it cranked but wouldn't start. I sat there for a minute, keeping in mind this time that I had AAA (wonders never cease) but I offered the kids (teens) getting into the car next to me five bucks for a jump. After waiting for them to finish squabbling over who was going to get the money, the loser opened the hood, noting out loud that "Wow this is a beamer!" and muttering under his breath ..."I sure could use a buck and a half for a soda..." while we connected my scrawny cables.
" hmmm," I thought..."isn't a buck and a half an indian with three balls?"(he he, I really amuse myself sometimes...)
I reached in my pocket and pulled out two crisp ones and handed them over with a smile, and then proceeded to try the key. No good! ( #@^%$%$)!!! Uh oh...and I didn't bring my cell phone.
"Hey! Do one of you kids have a cell phone I could use for a minute?" To which one replied, "No, but my friend's a cashier inside, and she has one I'll go borrow. Be right back."
As he jetted off, holding up his pants with one hand, I wondered how much I should have ready....? When he returned, phone in hand, I realized, after digging around in my purse, that I also forgot to bring my reading glasses, (blonde).
"Would you dial the number here on my AAA card please?" (eating humble pie...) "What up wid dat?" he inquired with eyebrow raised. Sheepishly, I said "Ummm...I can't see without my reading glasses..." "Oh, ok,lady.." he managed while stuffing the other two dollars into his pocket. (I thought for sure his pants were going to slide the rest of the way down to his ankles! But somehow they know how to hold their knees just right....)
We got AAA on the phone, and I had to weakly make my final request before allowing these kids to get back to their 'partying'...
"Can you read the address over there on that building...?"
"Yep, it's 1308" he said...winked one eye with a grin, and ran off to return the phone. (Who'da guessed...?)
Anyways...short story long,
AAA guy gets there, and pulls out a substantial (but ratty-looking, dog-eared) set of cables, stands in front of my car with the hood up, gazing inside just long enough for me to get a good chuckle, before I get out of the car and tell him where to hook up the cables...and that the battery is under the back seat. (Hey! I won't even go into how long it took, and what I went through to find that out myself!)
OK, so you know the drill, errrr...errrr...errrr. No start!
Nice guy, though. Hands me his phone and lets me call Walmart, (where I said I was going right after we get this darned thing started...) I finally get the girl from automotive on the phone, and can't get a straight answer about the battery I need. I explain I'm getting TOWED in there....(fingers tapping the hood of my car...) "Just bring it in and we'll see what we can do." click
Weeee! I get to ride in a tow truck!
"Hey Jack." (tow truck driver's name is 'Jack') "Could I please use your phone to call the grandkids (I have custody of two that live with me) they don't know where I am. (It's not that strange things happen to me ALL the time...)So I talk to Andrew, 13, and let him know "I'm almost to Walmart to have a battery installed and I'll be right home after that...and I'll bring pizza!"
Did Walmart have the right battery? OF COURSE NOT!! Really, now.
The angel 'Jack' who had descended from heaven in a dirty jumpsuit, just for my benefit, offers to take me to Autozone, and yes they do install the battery, too. "Whew" Ahhh...wait...yes they have my battery, yes I buy it, no they don't install after it gets dark. (Who didn't know that?!?)
Saint Jack puts the car back on the truck, after I suggest that he take me and my battery home and drop us off there...oh, and one more thing...can we stop and pick up a pizza???
Pizzas in hand, we're finally on the freeway headed for home, (I bought one for Jack, too...we're practically old friends now...) and I use his phone one last time to call the kids and let them know to: "Hide the liquor and chase out the hoochie mamas...I'm almost there." Oh? I didn't get any soda?
"Ummm, Jack...could we stop just for a quick second at AM/PM?"
It was like full circle...back at the old AM/PM, AAA truck...my car...
so anyway we get to my house, unload the car and it was like out of car...
He lets the car down in my driveway and it was like the twilight zone...lights all flashing...no apparent reason.
Poor Jack...he has another call waiting out in the desert for gas, and the company has GPS, am I sure I want to give him that big of a tip?, thanks for the pizza, hugs, and 'poof' he was gone.
Well, the lights kept flashing on and off all night. When my grandson finally figured out how to remove the back seat, I sent him with a ten spot across the street to ask the neighbor guy if he would put in my new battery.
He arrived in his pajama bottoms and house slippers, beer in a brown paper bag, and traded batteries for me.
Lights still flash...turn the key...nothing!!
Beer guy notices a bad fuse (I have many new ones in the junk drawer...blonde)and replaces it. Still nothing. But, hey! the lights are cheery...
Any ideas what the problem could be?