The tail lights on our car stopped working over the Christmas holiday. We were out driving to try to keep L asleep in his car seat, and someone pulled up beside us to tell us our brake lights weren’t working. This being a potentially serious issue, we pulled over as soon as possible and got out to look. Brake lights were working just fine. Got back in the car and made to head back to Rochester. During the drive, a couple of other cars caught our attention due to their occupants gesticulating at us. Hmm, we thought. Are the brake lights out and just working intermittently? Pulled over at the next rest stop.
Brake lights work.
Indicators work.
Tail lights… oh snap.
D turned on the flashers so we could be seen in the dark and we got off the Thruway (fortunately we were only a mile from our exit at this point) to take the car to Sears Auto Center (this being a Saturday evening, Sears were what was nearby and open). They changed the fuse, and the new one blew immediately. With the expectation that doing it again would somehow produce a different result, they changed the fuse again, and strangely enough the new one immediately blew.
Oh well, the gentleman said. Looks like it’s a wiring problem, and we don’t do that here.
Called our regular mechanic on Monday morning. He’d be able to look at it Wednesday.
Dropped it off on Wednesday, and picked it back up the same day, with working tail lights. Yay!
Drove to Canada on Saturday, and on the way back someone in another car gesticulated at us. Sure enough, the tail lights were out.
So I took the car to the mechanic again this morning. They’re going to need to look at it more deeply than I can just wait for. So tomorrow I will be needing to find a ride to work.
*sigh*
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