I've had such fun getting my registration renewed. The trouble goes like this:
1) I don't have my current (
now expired) tags or a copy of my registration. Yes, I paid my registration fees, but somehow I lost said stuff before it could make it into/onto my car. It's amazing that I've gone a year without being pulled over.
2)I thought I might need a copy of registration to get my emissions tested. Well my printer was out of ink (
as it has been for about six months to a year. What can I say. I've graduated, what do I need to print?).3) I got new ink, but then I needed a usb adapter so that I could send documents to my printer from my laptop.
4) You can't get a copy of registration that is now expired.
5) I figure out that I don't need my registration or current tags to go thru emissions
(In fact they didn't even ask to see any info about my vehicle or my drivers license. It's just all about the car. But what do I know, I was in the bathroom through out the entire test).6) The next day, my check engine light comes on. From prior experience, I know that this girl can't pass emissions if her engine light is on.
(I can't even pass go. They will however take my money and fail me just for coming in.) My gas cap has to be the problem. It's always the problem, usually because I don't twist it back on tight enough after I fill up. But it hasn't been 'clicking' as loud as it used to, so I probably need a new one.
7) I go to Autozone because not only can I buy a new gas cap there
(there are two choices, yellow and red. For reasons unknown to myself or the dude behind the counter, the red one is a dollar more. I like red.) but they'll also 'diagnose' my engine issue and reset the light to see if the new cap takes care of the problem. All gratis.
8) They diagnose the problem, and it probably is my gas cap, however they are now prohibited by law from reseting my engine light.
9) They tell me I might be able to reset the light if I disconnect the battery. This doesn't work, which means I have to take it to the mechanic.
10) Normally I like going to Claude's. They're reasonably priced and "papa approved" (
my papa had his own auto shop for nearly 20 years, which I know makes this whole story even funnier/sadder). However, the last time I went in Dean actually called my father about my expired tags. Okay, so the call was originally about needed repairs, but he still ratted me out. I soooo didn't want to go back with my tags still expired. I'm a big (
admittedly irresponsible) girl, no lectures please. But if that's the one down side to my mechanic treating me like his daughter, I'll live with it. Of course this is all happening at 6pm on Friday. It'll all have to wait til Monday.
11) It's Monday. I leave work an hour early because I figure I can swing by Claudes and then head straight to emissions. Dean says that it probably is my gas cap and resets the light, but also tells me that I need to drive it for a day before I take it in. Apparently their computers can tell if the light has been recently reset. Fine. There were no lectures about my tags (nor any charges for the service!), but they were pretty busy and I pulled in and backed out. I doubt he even saw my tags.
12) It's now Tuesday and I'm finally ready. I leave work at 4pm. It's at 49th street & Madison. I'm a native Phoenician. I know how difficult navigating that part of town can be, what with all the dead ends and detours due to the airport. Yet, I don't bother to get directions
(I am without a doubt directionally challenged, but my beloved hometown is laid out in grid with numbered streets running north/south east of central and numbered avenues to the west. And only roads run east/west. This is not NY. You will not find anything on the corner of 12th & 24th in this town. How hard can this be ?) It takes me over an hour to find the place
(hence the bathroom break), but it's all worth it because I PASSED!
I've now renewed my registration for the next two years (until April 2010), when I get to do this all over again! Maybe I'll be married by then. That would be nice because I'm definitely insisting that my husband be responsible for all things automotive. Maybe I'll write it into the vows,
"In sickness and in health. In oil changes and brake pad replacements." Which reminds me....