This photo really does say it all – chicks pretending it’s actually St. Patrick’s Day, brahs photobombing, my brother, myself, and even my camera itself, unsettled, wobbly, and drunk, for the third annual Grapevine Beertopia, down in South Carolina.
Lots of different brews sampled and enjoyed, and without failed, pretty much everyone got hammered in the process. In other words, it was a lot of fun.
Last year, I exhibited a bit of urgency in selling my old car and acquiring what I’m driving now, because of time-sensitive nature of the necessity of emissions testing and car tag renewals. I had a check engine light on in my old Sentra that was O2 sensor-related; both circumstances which would have easily led to failing any emissions test, that would have necessitated an expensive repair of the O2 sensor, for a car on its last legs. So in a way, it was a persistent check engine light that ultimately resulted in the decision to get a new car.
Today, coming home from the airport in the lemon, the check engine light came on while I was driving through a Dunkin’ Donuts for some coffee. Yippee.
I’m hoping it’s just a false alarm from god-knows-what reasoning, and that it’ll be gone the next time I start up my car, but I really highly fucking doubt it. And the best part is that I still have two years left to pay on this piece of shit, so no escape clause available this time around. Just can’t win with the lemon, apparently.
