I had to call Mazda roadside assistance today to get my car towed to Byers Mazda (in Columbus). My car started jerking and the revs were jumping when I gave the car some gas (check engine light came on for a second). This kept going on for about half a mile regardless of what gear I was in so I parked in a local school parking lot. I was pretty pissed off at this point because the car just started fine and had no problems for about 1 mile and two traffic lights, when it went beserk on me. The dealer test drove it and said it was working fine but a engine diagnosis showed a misfire in one of the cylinders. Technician asked me what kind of fuel I was using, I said "87 regular from the same gas station as always." This is the second time this has happened (first time it was way more subtle, dealer "flashed" the engine for me). Anyone else had this problem?????
on a lighter note.... Somebody at the school called the cops on me. I guess being South Asian (tan complexion, black hair, and I haven't shaved in three days) sitting in an Elementary school parking lot must set off some sorta terrorist paranoia. Nothing to bad though, one local Worthington cop in a cruiser showed up and I started grinning (it doesn't take a genius to figure out why he was here...). Before he could start grilling on me on who-what-when-where-why, I whipped out my military ID (I'm a Corporal in the Marines by the way) and we chatted about the car instead. Turns out he drives an FC3S RX-7 and his wife drives a Ford Focus (no comment). Oh, and he likes my wheels (I told him my gunmetal wheels were actually silver, just covered with typical Mazda excessive brake dust)....
on a lighter note.... Somebody at the school called the cops on me. I guess being South Asian (tan complexion, black hair, and I haven't shaved in three days) sitting in an Elementary school parking lot must set off some sorta terrorist paranoia. Nothing to bad though, one local Worthington cop in a cruiser showed up and I started grinning (it doesn't take a genius to figure out why he was here...). Before he could start grilling on me on who-what-when-where-why, I whipped out my military ID (I'm a Corporal in the Marines by the way) and we chatted about the car instead. Turns out he drives an FC3S RX-7 and his wife drives a Ford Focus (no comment). Oh, and he likes my wheels (I told him my gunmetal wheels were actually silver, just covered with typical Mazda excessive brake dust)....
