Imagine this: you're on a drive up M-119 through the 'Tunnel of Trees,' and it's a Saturday afternoon. Your peaceful holiday becomes nightmarish as your check engine light comes on. The car starts shuddering and doesn't want to leave second gear. The engine may or may not turn over. The nearest service station is 10 miles away, down a winding road with narrow shoulders and a speed limit of 25 mph, without the rain pouring down.
Baby decides now is also a great time to start crying and get a cold.
Welcome to my experience this past September weekend. What should have been a restful communion with the outdoors in Northern Michigan turned into a harrowing, stressful time. After AAA towed my car to dry out at the hotel, and I left my husband to comfort the baby, I took my limping vehicle into town in search of anyone who might diagnose the OED 2 code. I didn't have the handheld reader with me and I direly needed to know whether my car's check engine light was the result of something minor -- say, a misfiring piston -- or something serious to justify staying another night in town.
I came upon M&M Services after driving slowly to get an oil change elsewhere. Their Open sign glowed like a beacon. I pulled in to find a young man in the office, one bay occupied with the garage door down, and their hours boldly displaying they were open for another hour yet. Prayers for resolution answered?
I explained my situation and asked if he could hook my car up to a OED reader. Advanced Auto Parts, Napa, Carquest, and other car parts stores with complementary reader services all shut an hour and a half before. There wasn't a dealership in Petoskey or Harbour Springs to help, and I couldn't trust taking the car an hour away into Traverse City. M&M had every ability to help ease my mind.
"Are you from around here?" asked the kid.
"No, I'm on vacation. We drove up. I am in a tight situation," I said.
I should have shut my trap and nodded.
"Can't help you."
What?! You're open. You have a mechanic. I am not asking for anything untoward, I could hook the cable up to the OED2 port myself for all it mattered. He gave me the most uncaring look and went back to his desk, staring off into space.
You are an auto shop. You are open. There are no other customers and I showed up an hour before the stated closing time. No one was working on a vehicle. It was a very simple request I was willing to pay for, if only to get a better idea of the diagnostic code. It turned out to be Cylinder 1 misfiring due to water getting into it, a simple fix by removing the spark plug. I found that out at O'Reilly's in Detroit -- something that took literally about 8 seconds to read.
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