It all started when I noticed the yellow check-engine light illuminated on the Miata yesterday afternoon. I drove the car to the barbershop, and the illuminated yellow light was hard to overlook.
I intuitively figured it was time to have my car serviced. Once I parked my car at the barbershop, I looked at the sticker on my windshield from my last service date. I had miles to go before I needed to have the Miata serviced. Of course, the date when service is needed showed to be 09/05/23. I just haven't put many miles on the Miata this summer. It has been hotter than.....comfort permits. I haven't driven the car that much.
My first thought was to reset the light. It shouldn't have illuminated already. That's when the thought occurred that the yellow light could signal trouble I hadn't considered. That possibility opened Pandora's box.
I've had the Miata 7 1/2 years. I barely have 20,000 miles on it, so it should be good for the long haul. Truth be told, I have never owned a car that long. As I packed my suitcase for D.C. last night, the irrational thought occurred that I'm driving an old car with an illuminated check engine light. What was the possibility that the car would breakdown before I got to the airport?
It was an irrational thought. I chose to refocus, but the thought came back again and again. So did I need to drive my truck to the airport? There is nothing like parking a truck in the tiny spaces available in garage parking. No! I would take my chances with the Miata.
Murphy showed back up this morning as I backed out of the garage. If I didn't make it to the airport, I would miss my flight. I have prepaid the cost of my lodging for the next three days. Maybe I should take the truck instead of the Miata?
I almost switched vehicles, but prudent judgment overruled irrational thinking. I made it to the airport without difficulty and breathed a sigh of relief. I am now waiting for my plane that doesn't depart for another hour.
All My Best!
Don