First thing this morning, we went and checked the oil. Once the heat of the moment had ebbed, it occurred to both of us that the oil pressure gauge was acting a little bit like the gas gauge when the tank gets down around the 1/4 mark - dropping when going uphill or accelerating, rising when going downhill or decelerating. And we had just changed the oil - maybe they didn't refill it completely.
No such luck - the dipstick showed exactly the right amount of oil, on a cold engine and after wiping it off before checking the level. We returned to the room and got on Google. A quick search for the phrase "fluctuating oil pressure gauge Toyota Sequoia" found a lot of entries; it turns out that there's a Technical Service Bulletin all about our oil pressure sensor. So we felt quite a bit safer heading off this morning - all we needed to do was ignore that gauge entirely. Never mind that we were relying on the automotive equivalent of looking up the black spot on one's arm on Web MD and deciding that it was the result of dropping a Sharpie. I did spend a lot of time looking at the engine temperature, though - just in case - and it never budged.
And we made it safely to Las Vegas. We are staying at the Monte Carlo on the strip. They are charging us about twice what we paid for the place in Grand Junction last night, and the hotel end of their business is probably not where they're making their big money. But the place last night had free wifi in the rooms. The Monte Carlo? $17 for 24 hours' access. I'm surprised there isn't a coin slot in the TV. That's why the posting date on this entry is not December 26th.
Vegas is its usual self. We walked down to Paris to have dinner, and got to practice our Spanish a little early - all of the people on the streets handing out pictures of young women appeared to speak only Spanish. The pictures reminded me of baseball cards in a way, although baseball players are nearly all fully clothed, and baseball cards don't include the baseball players' phone numbers.
Like we said to the guys (and women, oddly enough) handing them out, "No, gracias".
No such luck - the dipstick showed exactly the right amount of oil, on a cold engine and after wiping it off before checking the level. We returned to the room and got on Google. A quick search for the phrase "fluctuating oil pressure gauge Toyota Sequoia" found a lot of entries; it turns out that there's a Technical Service Bulletin all about our oil pressure sensor. So we felt quite a bit safer heading off this morning - all we needed to do was ignore that gauge entirely. Never mind that we were relying on the automotive equivalent of looking up the black spot on one's arm on Web MD and deciding that it was the result of dropping a Sharpie. I did spend a lot of time looking at the engine temperature, though - just in case - and it never budged.
And we made it safely to Las Vegas. We are staying at the Monte Carlo on the strip. They are charging us about twice what we paid for the place in Grand Junction last night, and the hotel end of their business is probably not where they're making their big money. But the place last night had free wifi in the rooms. The Monte Carlo? $17 for 24 hours' access. I'm surprised there isn't a coin slot in the TV. That's why the posting date on this entry is not December 26th.
Vegas is its usual self. We walked down to Paris to have dinner, and got to practice our Spanish a little early - all of the people on the streets handing out pictures of young women appeared to speak only Spanish. The pictures reminded me of baseball cards in a way, although baseball players are nearly all fully clothed, and baseball cards don't include the baseball players' phone numbers.
Like we said to the guys (and women, oddly enough) handing them out, "No, gracias".
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