F*&%ING MAF

So I’m driving down the road and I see a Ferrari. I jump close to him, have a look, and jump back into the left lane. He proceeds to blast by me with a posy of BMWs, Acuras, and Hondas biting at his tail. I refrain from joining the group and continue on home. As I merge onto 435 the car beings to shake, shutter, and loose power. I barely get home. Every time I have to idle the car cuts off. When I do finally make it home, Stephen and I have a back and forth diagnosis conversation. “…check the MAF…” I do. Everything appears to be in order. I even unplug the O2 sensor, which makes no difference. I’m told to have her towed in, which I do. Turns out it was simply an unplugged MAF after-all. Anyway, K is still in the hospital and I’m at a loss for time and apparently appropriate diagnosis… Thanks Stephen, she drives like a monster from hell.
BTW, I was racing a BMW on Todd George when we got blocked by a white Minivan (thank goodness) when a cop pops up on the left side-road… funny, because that would have sucked; even with my visitor pass still stuck to my check from KUMED.


