my new maf filter
November 13, 2009
Cars are like a big black box to me. I’ve had cars where I need to add oil pretty much every time I fill the tank with gas, and, well, I can do that. Once, with a friend’s help, I even changed the spark plugs in my 1980 Mazda RX7. But mostly my answer to car trouble is “I’ve got people for that.”
Recently our 1988 Toyota Landcruiser (180k miles) started sounding like it was working a little too hard going up Suncrest. And since I really really want this car to go to 300k, I decided to get all pro-active. Like, take it in before it throws a rod (RIP 1994 Landcruiser).
Apparently my 1998 Landcruiser with over 180,000 miles was still on its original set of spark plugs. Which may not say much for ME, but it says a LOT for those plucky little plugs.
And I’m told my MAF sensor needed servicing. I said “so service it. Whatever the hell the MAF sensor does, I don’t want it going unserviced.”
Anyway. When I picked up the car after it got its day of love at the shop, I went inside, where he showed me the list of stuff they did, I paid, he handed me the key, I went outside, fired it up, and drove off.
That’s when I thought, huh, I just paid him and drove away. He didn’t take me out to the car and show me the new plugs, or how happy the MAF filter was now that it had been serviced. In fact, nobody has ever taken me out to the shop and shown me how great my new transmission is.
This happens all the time. My dentist doesn’t show me the old fillings, or even the new crown. Maddy got 4 screws in her shoulder, and we saw an x-ray of them, but I guess that x-ray could just be computer generated. When the guy came to clean the ducts, I never went and looked inside the ducts after he left.
On the other hand, my Toyota guy did something no other mechanic I’ve visited has ever done before. He called the next day and asked how the car was doing. “I bet that MAF filter is running great NOW” he said.
I’ve had companies call with customer satisfaction surveys. I’ve had chiropractors call and ask how the neck feels. But a car mechanic? “How’s the car, running better?”
I’ll write him blank checks anytime.