I took my car in to get it smog checked. This is a car I don’t drive often, so it’s a process.
I had to jump start it, since I don’t start it often. I drove it around to charge up the battery. I figured I may as well get the smog check done while I was out.
I got to the smog check place and they took my car right away. I had to get back in the car, since the technician couldn’t move it. He didn’t know how to drive a stick shift!
Then, a while later, a different technician came to ask me for the paperwork from the last smog check. I have never needed it in the past, so I didn’t have it with me. It turns out that he couldn’t read a number on the catalytic converter, and he needed to document it. My friends who do smog checks tell me that it is not common practice to check the number.
I think that I will find a different station next time I need a smog check. These guys really didn’t seem to know what they were doing.
A couple of days later, I went to AAA to get the registration sticker for the car. The DMV computers were down, so I had to go back the next day. They only had one cashier open, so it was a long wait. I got it done, made a photocopy of the smog paperwork, and put everything in my purse.
I took the same car in for new tires a few days later. I told my mechanic about the issues. He wasn’t surprised. He told me a story about the valet parkers at Tesla. If they get a car that has a manual transmission and they don’t know how to drive it, they have to stand there with their hand up and call out “manual!” until someone is free who can drive it.
When I left the shop, I remembered the registration paperwork and sticker in my purse. I got everything out of my purse and into its proper place. I felt very accomplished.