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I have to say...you guys are a riot! I never imagined a simple story would generate so much conversation! Fun.
So here is the rest of the story and by the way, thanks to each of you for your support and comments.
After resetting the computer and getting it out of transport mode, (early in the am) I only have time to drive the 4 miles round trip to the dealer and back so they can see the crushed resonator. Then I have to head out for an early morning flight. So I suggest to my Mechanical Engineer wife that she should drive the car. She resists. I insist. She agrees with reservation.
When I land later that morning, there is a text from her on my phone.
My cute wife has this special term, one of her favorites; to describe both good and bad things of significance or frustration. Remember, to this point I have not had her in the car with it out of transport mode so she has no idea what she is about to step into when she agrees to drive the car.
So I left her on her own with my only instructions being how to get her into reverse.
Anyway, the text is simple: F.M.T.T.! Which means ***K ME TO TEARS! She drives a Bimmer everyday so she is no stranger to a quality ride. When I called her laughing about her text she said: "I don't think you are going to get the Boss back. It's mine now!
Obviously her education as an M.E. helps her understand the level of sophistication the Boss offers! She is hooked. ;D
So here is the rest of the story and by the way, thanks to each of you for your support and comments.
After resetting the computer and getting it out of transport mode, (early in the am) I only have time to drive the 4 miles round trip to the dealer and back so they can see the crushed resonator. Then I have to head out for an early morning flight. So I suggest to my Mechanical Engineer wife that she should drive the car. She resists. I insist. She agrees with reservation.
When I land later that morning, there is a text from her on my phone.
My cute wife has this special term, one of her favorites; to describe both good and bad things of significance or frustration. Remember, to this point I have not had her in the car with it out of transport mode so she has no idea what she is about to step into when she agrees to drive the car.
So I left her on her own with my only instructions being how to get her into reverse.
Anyway, the text is simple: F.M.T.T.! Which means ***K ME TO TEARS! She drives a Bimmer everyday so she is no stranger to a quality ride. When I called her laughing about her text she said: "I don't think you are going to get the Boss back. It's mine now!
Obviously her education as an M.E. helps her understand the level of sophistication the Boss offers! She is hooked. ;D