Back in the day…before the days of iPod touch, the iPhone, 1 billion gig iPods, Video iPods, Nanos, Photo iPods, even before the click wheel gosh darn it…there was the third generation iPod. This is when my wife gifted me into the world of portable mP3 players. And what a gift.
20 gigs
Four buttons
A high-contrast screen…no color.
A big scroll wheel…no buttons.
The size of a brick…a small brick that could fit into my pocket though…I mean, it is an Apple still.
About a year ago I was out on a jog (that may have been the last time I was out on a jog) and my beloved 3rd Gen iPod froze up. None of the four precious buttons were working and the ‘lock’ was stuck on. So I did what any intelligent man/beast would do; I hit it. Hard. Lots of times. So many times in fact that shattered the two-tone LCD screen. Jen was not pleased. Neither was I.
The good news? It still worked as an external hard drive…20 gigs of external hard drive might I add. It was renamed ‘The Transporter’ because my little white, four buttoned friend was only good for carrying around my digital data.
A few weeks ago I was hanging out with my friend Jeremy, somebody had told me that he used to fix old iPods so I asked him about it. He said it was easy and that if you were patient then you could maybe fix it…I was surprised that he didn’t say that if you hit it real hard, over and over, it might work.
I went on a sight called eBay…you may have heard about it. The last time I bought something on eBay was 1999 or 2000…Dave Matthews Storytellers full recording, it was such an old school recording that it sounded like there was a bunch of robots shouting at the dog track in the background…I digress.
Anyway, I found a new LCD screen on eBay and bought it. Well, I won it…16 dollars including shipping. I watched a video tutorial on the internet (thank ifixipodsfast.com guy) and took ‘The Transporter’ apart. I love this stuff…I love technology…even old school technology. That’s how much I love it. I put in the new screen. Popped some logic boards and batteries back into place (well one of each) and put the cover back on. I have to admit…the iPod wasn’t the only thing turned on when the Apple logo appeared and the hard disk fired up…joking…partly. I was giddy.
I then proceeded to do the ‘guess who fixed their iPod dance’. Maisie watched in wonder as I danced with my little white brick of music in hand. Jen was annoyed…but then excited that I wouldn’t be bugging her about buying a new iPod.
I gave ‘The Transporter’ a new name…’RePod’…to celebrate the life, the second coming, of my iPod. Join with me in celebrating. RePod is full of music and podcasts…ready to go out on another sweaty, overweight, out of shape, stumble-of-a-jog.
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