I once helped my brother install a starter on my wife's mini-van. I say, helped, but what I really mean is that I stood back and tried not to get in his way.Thatks what I was pondering as "Ernie" (no last name given) replaced the starter on the SAT truck in the red zone outside of the East entrance to the Morongo Casino. It took a shade over two hours. It might have taken longer, but I remembered what to do from working with my brother. As much as possible, I just stayed out of the way.