(no subject)

[phosfate]

Dear CHECK ENGINE Light:

Just what the goddamn hell do you think you're trying to pull? Knock that shit off right now!

Best,

Ann

Comments

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

My car has a tire light. Yeah, really.

Reminds of Venture Brothers "Careers in Space"

[amanda-now.livejournal.com]

"It's on."
"It's off."
"It's on."
"It's off."
"It's on."
"It's off."

"That's called blinking, boys."

Re: Reminds of Venture Brothers "Careers in Space"

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

*snerrrrrk*

[hawkmoth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, mine likes to come on when I'm travelling the 200 miles on the Thruway to mom's all by myself.

[mellowtigger]

They do, eventually, burn out. It takes about 18 months though.

[beccavox.livejournal.com]

I've decided to pretend that my Check Engine light is a friend who likes to be with me when I drive.

You know, that friend who keeps saying, "What's that noise? Why is the car pulling to the right? Aren't you going to look at that?"

Oh, hell...I'm just gonna name mine "Nicholas".

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

*cackles a lot*

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

That is flippin hilarious! I think you should.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Well, if it helps any, you're not alone!

My theory (I had a car with a mysterious need to flash dashboard warnings at random and then stop when someone who knew what they were doing was available) is that the car is lonely and wants attention. Personally, I was often tempted to give it attention with a baseball bat or tire iron, but I never quite surrendered to the whim.

I have another friend who will get the "check engine" malarky from her car not 3 days after a complete investigatory pat-down and maintenance at the garage.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

The diagnosis I got was, "There's something wrong with the light. Ignore it."

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Oh. wow.
So.... how... *facepalm* Gack.

[apoplexia.livejournal.com]

Hence my car is known as "the car who cried wolf". Actually, the increasing amounts of computing power in the modern car has enabled me to use the classic computing solution: turn the car off and on again.

NB, this only works with cars you can be confident will turn back on again, and not that other psychotic POS where the fucking radio kept turning itself off and on, its altenator was fucked. No lights, just Christine-like symptoms.