After getting the update from my oldest where he was on his journey back from playing outdoor hockey in downtown Charlotte (which was his first true long-haul solo journey and I do believe he rather enjoyed the experience), the garage rang me up to give me the latest news on the Traverse.
Well, what the kind gentleman said first was to reassure me that they were actively trying to diagnose the problem and that they weren’t just letting the Traverse sit in the car park.
Unfortunately, the Traverse was doing its level best to not cooperate with the diagnosis procedure by actually functioning as she was intended to do.
As someone who was a programmer and IT weenie for many years…I can truly appreciate their frustration.
The massive “CLUNK!” I heard after turning onto Lenoir St seemed terminal enough to me but I’d had plenty of times where one of the beta testers/quality assurance analysts had called me over to their desk to reproduce what they suspected was a bug only to find that it absolutely would not rear its head whilst I was standing next to them.
But if I went back to my desk, they could reproduce the problem at will.
When I’d come back to their desk now that they felt confident they could show me what they were seeing…yeah, zip…nil…nada.
So yes, been there and done that.
The ace up my sleeve is that I have absolute faith in my generally lousy luck which seems to have gone to epically bad way above and beyond the normal level of ill fortune this month and that the Traverse has zero chance of not eventually reproducing the problem for the technicians at the garage.
