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gairid, for the gift of Gobble Wobbles. They certainly brightened my day.
Today was frenetic. I took the car to the mechanic for repairs, and two hours later, emerged with a new freeze plug and O2 sensor. Ten minutes down the road, as we were driving to the inspection station, the CHECK ENGINE light, which had been off for a whole ten minutes, reappeared. ~facedesk~ This was quite the problem, as most mechanics will not pass you if the light is on, and if they don't pass you, you can't renew your registration and tags. Since we had just dropped several hundred dollars to ensure the car was in good shape, we were not pleased. Roomie swore rather colorfully as he drove down the road.
Fortunately for us, the mechanic presiding over the inspection was a grizzled old man with grease embedded in his nails and sagging pants. He never bothered to glance at the inside of the car and spent the entire test grumbling about the uselessness of the inspection and the waste of his time. He tested the lights and the turn signal and the brakes and the tires, pronounced the car fit for the road, and entered his pronouncement into the incongruously-modern computer in the corner, hunting and pecking with his horny finger and swearing as the computer creaked along like a beginning-stage dementia patient. When the printer spat out the receipt and requisite paperwork, he waved us affably out of his garage.
We drove five feet to the tag office and renewed the tags and registration before someone changed their mind. So now the car is street legal for another year. It does not, however, resolve the nagging problem of the diabolically-persistent CHECK ENGINE light.
~sigh~ I'll have to have it looked at when I get my next infusion of cash. If it's the other O2 sensor, then that's another two hundred dollars, and that's just going to have to wait, because my resources, while more plentiful than normal, are not limitless, and the insurance company is due its pound of flesh.
Oh, well. Another day, another dollar. Maybe I should play the lottery.
gairid, for the gift of Gobble Wobbles. They certainly brightened my day.Today was frenetic. I took the car to the mechanic for repairs, and two hours later, emerged with a new freeze plug and O2 sensor. Ten minutes down the road, as we were driving to the inspection station, the CHECK ENGINE light, which had been off for a whole ten minutes, reappeared. ~facedesk~ This was quite the problem, as most mechanics will not pass you if the light is on, and if they don't pass you, you can't renew your registration and tags. Since we had just dropped several hundred dollars to ensure the car was in good shape, we were not pleased. Roomie swore rather colorfully as he drove down the road.
Fortunately for us, the mechanic presiding over the inspection was a grizzled old man with grease embedded in his nails and sagging pants. He never bothered to glance at the inside of the car and spent the entire test grumbling about the uselessness of the inspection and the waste of his time. He tested the lights and the turn signal and the brakes and the tires, pronounced the car fit for the road, and entered his pronouncement into the incongruously-modern computer in the corner, hunting and pecking with his horny finger and swearing as the computer creaked along like a beginning-stage dementia patient. When the printer spat out the receipt and requisite paperwork, he waved us affably out of his garage.
We drove five feet to the tag office and renewed the tags and registration before someone changed their mind. So now the car is street legal for another year. It does not, however, resolve the nagging problem of the diabolically-persistent CHECK ENGINE light.
~sigh~ I'll have to have it looked at when I get my next infusion of cash. If it's the other O2 sensor, then that's another two hundred dollars, and that's just going to have to wait, because my resources, while more plentiful than normal, are not limitless, and the insurance company is due its pound of flesh.
Oh, well. Another day, another dollar. Maybe I should play the lottery.
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