Some days are just pure gold. My car has been acting up a lot over the past week and yesterday it started sputtering and stalling and the dreaded (although often meaningless) “Check Engine” light went on. I managed to get home from the Beer Yard and dropped it off at Bill’s Auto Repair, about a half mile from my apartment and then walked home, mostly uphill in the sweltering heat, to begin a long period of worry and concern (a major repair bill is NOT what I need right now) until the phone rang a couple of minutes ago.
“You car is ready,” said Bill. “It was a bad cam sensor and since I put one in for you last year, I did this one under warranty. No charge.”
I love that man.
In a manly way, of course.