Yesterday, as I was driving home from Fran's holiday party, my oil light came on a couple of times, but went right back off again. (Flashed, you could almost say.) This morning, it did it again. I wasn't quite due for an oil change, but am not fond of seeing oil lights come on, so I took it in early. This was a good move.
The tech told me there was no oil at all in the crank case. He recommended an engine flush, which I OKed. Later, he mentioned another 58 things that were going wrong and noted that the leaks weren't very bad so they figure I'm burning oil. The battery was covered in corrosion again, so I OKed fixing that and treating it so supposedly it wouldn't happen again. But further work seemed insane. It's really time to retire the old vehicle and get something new, so I just asked him to get it so it would run for a few weeks. It would be nice to be in something that isn't a rattletrap. It's been advantageous having a car so filthy looking that it's recognizable (distinctive is a nicer word) but I think it's run its race. Hey, I've had it 9 of its 21 years; it was a pretty good run.
The trick is finding a used car in an area that's been inundated recently. I'm thinking my best strategy is to look for something really really specific. Either that or I'll drive up to North Carolina. Or you know, car jack somebody. Yeah!
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