Ahh here we go again, another day, another time I have to cross a blog post off my list of to-do’s…so far I’ve crossed off calling my work, making an appointment at the car shop, walking my dog, and this is the next one. And it’s not even 10 a.m. yet…look at me go. I am the epitome of productive, just wait until I crash later and the only thing I’m physically capable of doing is doom scrolling.
On another, more concerning note, I drove to Portland the other day and floored it on the interstate, and all the lights on my dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree. My car wouldn’t accelerate and basically stalled in the middle of the highway, and I was terrified. My poor baby car. I’m so mean to her sometimes. I really need to stop speeding.
That’s the reason I had to make an appointment at the car shop because now my car is being a little funny every time I accelerate. And lowkey, it sounds like I caused myself an expensive problem, but oh well…at least she made it back from Portland after the two-hour drive.
I keep praying that I didn’t damage her too much, but after some very careful Google searches—as in manic searching everything I could possibly think of and going down a Reddit rabbit hole—I have come to the conclusion that it must be the spark plugs. Now, do I know what a spark plug is? Absolutely not, but I have heard of them. When I think of a spark plug, all I can think about is a plug going into a port and then electric sparks igniting like in cartoons when they set off a bomb.
I’m sure that’s not what it looks like in my car, but that’s the best I’ve got. Anyways, hopefully it will be fixed and normal by tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. when my appointment is, but if not, I may cry, and I’m sure you’ll hear about it.