One of my favorite parts of Christmas involves decorating my Christmas tree and enjoying the beauty of the lights all season. Yet being rewarded with Christmas tree-like lights in the middle of July on the dashboard of your car is not nearly as entertaining.
Nine years ago we bought our Ford Taurus to tote our brand new baby Andrew around in. The car had 70,000 miles on it and we squeaked out a miniscule car payment. For the last nine years, we have gotten our money's worth and then some. The Taurus now has almost 200,000 miles! Wow! But it is really starting to show.
Over three years ago, the orange ABS light on the Taurus came on to indicate that a component of the automatic brake system wasn't working. We shrugged our shoulders and just accepted that as part of the aging car.
A couple of months ago, the red parking brake light came on even though there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the brake. At least not that we can tell. We shrugged our shoulders and just accepted that as a part of the aging car.
Last week Chris' orange check engine light came on. Uh-oh. That usually isn't good. This light was the light that set off final proclamations to us that we needed a new car. So, we shrugged our shoulders and accepted that our car had aged. We were done.
When I started the car today, I added the additional orange low gas light and laughed at the four bright lights shining in my eyes. The Taurus has been a great gift that will soon be replaced. Stay tuned. . .
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