a.twiddler
Veteran
Aah for the good old days when your car would just conk out without weeks of tedious or spurious warning lights. And when you opened the bonnet, instead of acres of anonymous plastic you could actually see to find what wire had come loose or what was hanging off and fix it to get you home with your Swiss Army Knife and a pair of pliers (or even the pliers on your Swiss Army Knife) and a large hammer and some hairy string. No wonder many drivers are technophobic when the response to practically everything that lights up on your dashboard is "refer to dealer" with a handsome fee for just looking. (Sigh) I'm just sooo old (wanders off mumbling into beard).