Clueless About Cars

I love my car. It's a white 2003 Toyota Corolla. It gets me where I need to go and isn't a gas guzzler. I love it so much that I'm sure when I buy a new car I will stick with Toyota. Specifically, an FJ Cruiser.

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 Anyway, what I'm here to talk about today is that I'm the stereotypical girl that knows nothing about cars. I can lock it, put gas in it, start it, and drive it. That's pretty much it.

The other day I was driving to my sister's, and the 'check engine' light came on. I had to pull over to the nearest gas station, and look up in the manual what the light meant. Then, I called my sister to make sure it was okay to drive. She said it was, and I did make it there safe and sound. I'm still not sure exactly why it came on. My mom said something to do with emissions. All I know is my stepdad made it go away.

Just this past year I realized that the arrow under the fuel gauge shows you what side of the car the gas tank is on. I have always looked in my rearview mirror to make sure I had my car on the right side of the gas pump.

And I kid you not, when I was driving home from my sister's, I had on a sapphire ring. It hit the sunlight in just the right way that it shimmered in my car. I seriously thought, "What does that blue light mean that is flashing on my car? I've never seen that before." I quickly realized it was my ring, and I felt totally ridiculous.

Oh, and this happened when I tried to pull in to my sister's garage. I've never said I was a good driver.

So, what's the moral of this story? I need to find a man to do all these car things for me! Hahaha, but really, I want to learn for myself how to change a tire and how to jump start a car. Hopefully, I would never need to put those skills to use, but it'd be nice to know how to do it.

Maybe I should add this to my list of reading material...