Oh don't you tell me...
After a rough day at work, I get into Nugget and here's what she tells me:
WTF!!!
How could you do this to me, Nugget?
I've never had a car flash the Check Engine light at me, not even the many beaters I've had over the years.
Well, actually, the '81 Ford Escort probably lit this amongst the other lights of it's Christmas tree of idiot lights when I knowingly drove her to a seized engine death in 1991. But that wasn't a surprise. And she had about 120,000 miles on her and was gulping about 2 quarts of oil a day. So it was an act of euthanasia, actually.
Oh, and then there was the '85 Chevy Cavalier, which even though I leased it I was still responsible for its maintenance. That lemon probably winked this light at me since it cost about $5,000 to replace her engine in 1989.
Oh, and how did I forget my friend Lisa's '80 AMC Hornet that I slammed into the back of an 18-wheeler in 1983. I think I saw it's Check Engine light blink just before my head hit the windshield and I felt a pulsing flow of warm blood gush down all over me from my forehead.
Actually, that light came on when I rammed my '82 Subaru into the head of a dog on Rt. 146 one dark night in 1991. I was actually sober, but the fucker just ran into the highway right in front of my car while I was doing 65 MPH. I stopped the car, walked to the huge Great Dane and saw it gasp its last breath. Thankfully, I was able to fix the car.
Well, I guess I have had my share of cars that have had issues before. Or, perhaps, I just have issues with cars.
No matter. I'll bring Nugget to some mechanic and hope that they don't figure out I'm clueless, and more importantly, totally unlucky when it comes to cars, and I won't be screwed royally.
I admit I really am long overdue for a good screw...
But not this way.
After a rough day at work, I get into Nugget and here's what she tells me:
WTF!!!How could you do this to me, Nugget?
I've never had a car flash the Check Engine light at me, not even the many beaters I've had over the years.
Well, actually, the '81 Ford Escort probably lit this amongst the other lights of it's Christmas tree of idiot lights when I knowingly drove her to a seized engine death in 1991. But that wasn't a surprise. And she had about 120,000 miles on her and was gulping about 2 quarts of oil a day. So it was an act of euthanasia, actually.
Oh, and then there was the '85 Chevy Cavalier, which even though I leased it I was still responsible for its maintenance. That lemon probably winked this light at me since it cost about $5,000 to replace her engine in 1989.
Oh, and how did I forget my friend Lisa's '80 AMC Hornet that I slammed into the back of an 18-wheeler in 1983. I think I saw it's Check Engine light blink just before my head hit the windshield and I felt a pulsing flow of warm blood gush down all over me from my forehead.
Actually, that light came on when I rammed my '82 Subaru into the head of a dog on Rt. 146 one dark night in 1991. I was actually sober, but the fucker just ran into the highway right in front of my car while I was doing 65 MPH. I stopped the car, walked to the huge Great Dane and saw it gasp its last breath. Thankfully, I was able to fix the car.
Well, I guess I have had my share of cars that have had issues before. Or, perhaps, I just have issues with cars.
No matter. I'll bring Nugget to some mechanic and hope that they don't figure out I'm clueless, and more importantly, totally unlucky when it comes to cars, and I won't be screwed royally.
I admit I really am long overdue for a good screw...
But not this way.