If you follow this blog with any regularity you know my little sportscar stopped running in the middle of First Avenue in Manhattan Saturday night. It spent the weekend boarding in Midtown. I’m not sure I can afford that for me, but for the car–sure.
This morning my friend/mechanic Steve spoke with a service tech in New York. They turned the key and the car started–no problem.
Oh crap! That’s the worst answer.
There’s no way I’m driving that car the 100 miles home just because it started today. There’s something in the car that brought it to a halt. I need that repaired before I get back in.
That message was delivered by Steve. The voice on the other end of the phone agreed.
They ran the car all day. It ran flawlessly! Then tonight it died.
That’s the good news! How screwed up is this story?
I got a call from another tech tonight. It looks like the theft deterrent system kicked in and killed my engine. He said something about the key, but his accent was thick and you only get so many chances to ask for a ‘repeat’ before conversations end.
Tomorrow morning I have to call AAA and arrange for the car to be towed the few blocks to Mercedes Benz of Manhattan. They will attempt to fix the car. Sometime later this week I’ll drive it home.
Anyone have any extra Adult Depends for that trip?
It looks like this story will have a happy, though costly, ending.