I drove to Marka today to complete my yearly car inspection. After a 25 minute drive (thank goodness for a lengthy Christmas playlist), I finally arrived at the car inspection facility where I was ushered into a chute-like line of cars, that was inching towards a large door into an even larger warehouse. On either side of me were other chute-like lines of cars on either side, four deep.
I had a sudden flashback to Upton Sinclair and Temple Grandin and wondered what would await me at the end of the chute. I was particularly worried because Sherry, as much as I love him, is the world's worst car and, I suspect, one thin layer of duct tape and chicken wire from falling apart.
Turns out the inspection consisted of the following three steps:
1. Release the hood latch so the inspector can glance inside for approximately five seconds before slamming it shut.
2. Press on the brake pedal so the inspector can see...I guess that your brake lights are functioning (glad he didn't check the actual brakes because as I was driving to Marka, my "Anti-lock Brakes" warning light came on).
3. Press on the gas pedal so the inspector can see...I guess that your exhaust pipe is working and your engine can revvvvvvvv. Sorry - couldn't come up with any other purpose for pressing the gas pedal.
I passed with flying colors apparently because I was given a piece of paper with a pretty stamp on it and drove through the other end of the chute without being shocked by any cattle prods.
I had a sudden flashback to Upton Sinclair and Temple Grandin and wondered what would await me at the end of the chute. I was particularly worried because Sherry, as much as I love him, is the world's worst car and, I suspect, one thin layer of duct tape and chicken wire from falling apart.
Turns out the inspection consisted of the following three steps:
1. Release the hood latch so the inspector can glance inside for approximately five seconds before slamming it shut.
2. Press on the brake pedal so the inspector can see...I guess that your brake lights are functioning (glad he didn't check the actual brakes because as I was driving to Marka, my "Anti-lock Brakes" warning light came on).
3. Press on the gas pedal so the inspector can see...I guess that your exhaust pipe is working and your engine can revvvvvvvv. Sorry - couldn't come up with any other purpose for pressing the gas pedal.
I passed with flying colors apparently because I was given a piece of paper with a pretty stamp on it and drove through the other end of the chute without being shocked by any cattle prods.
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