Last year, I exhibited a bit of urgency in selling my old car and acquiring what I’m driving now, because of time-sensitive nature of the necessity of emissions testing and car tag renewals. I had a check engine light on in my old Sentra that was O2 sensor-related; both circumstances which would have easily led to failing any emissions test, that would have necessitated an expensive repair of the O2 sensor, for a car on its last legs. So in a way, it was a persistent check engine light that ultimately resulted in the decision to get a new car.
Today, coming home from the airport in the lemon, the check engine light came on while I was driving through a Dunkin’ Donuts for some coffee. Yippee.
I’m hoping it’s just a false alarm from god-knows-what reasoning, and that it’ll be gone the next time I start up my car, but I really highly fucking doubt it. And the best part is that I still have two years left to pay on this piece of shit, so no escape clause available this time around. Just can’t win with the lemon, apparently.
