An Ode to my Subaru
Me & my Subaru. Summer 2019. In 2016, a 2005 Subaru Outback puttered into my life. It cost about 2K and was living on borrowed time thanks to a skillful auto mechanic. The day I brought my car home, I remember the mechanic, who was also the seller, telling me to expect the “check engine” sign to appear intermittently. When and if the sign showed up, all I needed to do was “ride it off” for a couple of miles. I knew purchasing a car with a janky feature like this was fishy, but I didn’t think much of it given: 1) I‘m not an avid car person. And at the time, I was minimally competent to make a car-related decision, which leads me to 2) My dad had hunted this car down, and I thereby entrusted my decision in his choice without feeling the need to vocalize any hesitation. Of course, as the seller implied, there was nothing wrong with the engine; however, there may have been an issue with the sensor that tells you if there is an issue with the engine. Did this mean I w...