Tuesday, April 23, 2013
I was imagining horrid scenarios of my engine block falling out onto the street, or exploding in a shower of impressive pyrotechnics, or worse.
As it was already dark, I couldn't perform the routine checks on the engine to see what was wrong. I'll be back to check on him in the morning -- in bright sunlight. If I still can't see the problem, it's back to the workshop with him.
I may be paranoid, but going by how expensive even tiny little cars like M2 are these days, I'd rather be careful than sorry.