996 C4S Model 2002 Year March 2018 Acquired
Modern cars mean constant warnings, it seems. Red light on dash… Sean’s not sleeping! Well the joys of the 996 were continuing unabated until the dreaded glow of the engine warning light and the fateful words on the dash: “Check engine; drive to workshop”.
I nearly wept – after all my preventative work I had bought a duffer. I was a nutcase. I had gone against all my own advice and bought the car with the detonating engine and here it was telling me that I was a fool. I toned down the right foot massively as I tiptoed to the garage. Not to Porsche… I didn’t want them laughing at me. No, a specialist, highly regarded in all things 911.
“Dave,” I asked feebly. “Would you mind plugging it in to your amazing computer and telling me what’s wrong and how expensive it’s going to be?” Dave had no problems at all with that request – he’s a helpful chap. He turned the engine on, all the while whistling and telling me what a lovely car it was, while I hopped from one foot to the next sweating bullets.
He finally plugged the computer thing in and we were off to the races. My stomach was still doing cartwheels and flips as well. It wasn’t good. ‘Does it always take this long?’, I pondered, and then the machine whirred into life.
“Ah mate,” said Dave. “Nothing to worry about. CO sensor; they’re always playing up on these. I’ll sort it.” “Good man, Dave,” I said, my innards returning to something resembling normal. With the magic of mechanical electrickery Dave did something in the 911’s nether regions and all seemed good. He cancelled the error codes and then went through the whole rigmarole again. All clear. “Phew,” I said, with a loud exhalation of air from exhausted lungs. I’m actually not sure I’d breathed until that moment.
“Yes,” he said, “these things are brilliant, but they do always give cause for concern.” He really wasn’t joking! I returned home with a spring in my step knowing that everything was good under the hood, but it had been a pretty uncomfortable couple of hours. That’s what warning lights bring on – stress!