The turbocharger issue with the car apparently was pretty serious. We left Vegas around noon today and about 500 miles into the trip, the check engine light came on. This is after noticing that the turbo had, once again, stopped working.
So I was faced with a tough choice - limp the car to San Francisco, and then immediately take it to a dealer the next morning; or, get it towed to the dealer to try to keep the car from really getting fucked up. I chose the second option. I have AAA Plus, which gives you 100 miles of towing per incident. Good thing - the dealer was 99.3 miles from where we stopped the car. So now the car sits at the dealer in San Francisco, and I will need to go over there at 7am to get them to fix it.
Please please please let it be an easy fix that can be done in one day. I wouldn't mind staying longer in San Francisco, but that means I would have to buy a plane ticket for my friend Maureen to get back to Seattle by Wednesday afternoon. And then I'd have to drive back alone. Does not sound fun.
Fucking cars! ARGH!
The good news about this trip is that I've made several new friends through Maureen, the tow truck driver was fucking hilarious, and hey, we really are in San Francisco now.
Labels: Cars, Trips