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name: Beanie
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Thursday, March 08, 2007

I had to take my car into the dealership yesterday. Yes, I've only had it for a week and a half. We were driving around and got a warning light. Now, the manuals that come with this car are so numerous and sizeable that they do not fit in the glove compartment, leaving us to puzzle mysteriously at what the car was trying to tell us. "Lassie? Timmy's fallen down a well?!?" I figured it involved oil, but what was the squiggly line for? When we got home we looked it up and found out the car was telling me there was very little oil in it. Now this was puzzling. There's 300 miles on it. I've left no puddles in the garage. I've left no puddles at work. I'm not being followed by a blue cloud...so where's the oil? Turns out it's a problem that's well known by BMW. The car has no dipstick, rather a sensor that determines oil level and quality. Since it's a closed system, any condensation that forms (on those short trips, like to work) collects in the pan, which in turn causes the sensor to think there's no oil. Normally, I would have been incensed by this turn of events. Instead, I rolled with it. The dealership is damn close to work (walking distance), and the car is not going to blow up. Let them deal with it. And they did. 7 quarts of synthetic motor oil and a clean sensor later, I got my BMW back. And it's still lovely. This may not be the end of the saga, but who cares...it's their problem to drain that puppy. Me, I'm going to be mellow.

Labels: car, repairs

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