Well, she's gone and done it. Blew up the motor in her little 318ti I picked up 18 months ago. Despite my repeated instruction on watching the gauges and what they meant, she overheated it and fried the motor.
Our conversation went something like this:
Her: Jim, my car is making a funny noise and running weird.
Me: What kind of noise? Running funny how?
Her: Well it just doesn't want to go and its kinda rattling from the front end.
Me: Is it smoking?
Her: No..I don't think so. Well maybe a little when I come to a stop sign.
Me: Are there any lights on on the dash? Yellow or red lights?
Her: None that I see.
Me: What does the temperature gauge say?
Her: Which ones that?
Me: The one that has a dial and is red on the right side of the dial. It has what looks like a little thermometer in the middle of the dial.
Her: I don't see that.
Me: OK...look on the right side of gauge cluster...what do you see?
Her: No dial...just Adam (her b/f).
Me: Adam? Huh?
Her: Adam. A picture of me and Adam.
Me: Move the frigging picture...WHAT DO YOU SEE?
Her: Ohhhhhhh...there it is. It's past the red and there's a red light on.
Me: OK...pull over and shut the car off. I'll be right there. Where are you?
Her: Can't we do this later? I'm supposed to meet adam to go boat riding.
Me: Just kill me now.
Oh well...fortunately I located a low mileage motor from a former client. This weekend's project.
