Charlie, my Mini Cooper, has always had a few issues. The day I bought him, the glove box compartment would just pop open on its own.
I guess he was saying hello…
Since then he’s done plenty of things to get my attention.
Like, the battery dying on a rainy day and the attempts to revive causing the windows to open.
Or the coolant tank bubbling and broiling over, causing smoke to come from under the hood. I think he was trying to imitate a dragon then, preparing for the drive and showing off his ferocity.
He really started showing signs of his “old age” when a tear was found in a hose. He should no better than to let his engine rub against that. (Definitely poor design on Mini Cooper’s part)
After all, he’s 9 years old. I figure car years are like dog years, so that’s definitely getting up there in age.
Which brings me to today, the beginning of another saga involving Charlie’s “attention-needing” issues. The check engine light was the most frequent of attention-getters. And I complied, ya know? New engine coil, new plugs, new wires. But apparently that wasn’t enough. So when I called in the experts I got the bad news. There’s some more serious issue in the engine.
Charlie isn’t just seeking attention now, he’s sick. And I’m sick thinking about how much its going to cost to make him better. But after the initial shock of “worst case scenario,” I remembered the stuff I’ve been learning about worry and how to accept the worst, then work to improve on it.
And so begins the saga. I’ll be asking around, getting at least one other mechanics opinion, and talk to my buddies in the Mini Cooper club for who they’ve gone to before. It’s going to be a rough road, but it’ll work out in the end.
Definitely asking for prayers on this one, just for me to stay positive through it all and not worry.