This morning, after lugging my butt out of bed, strapping my bicycle to my dad's car, going to the park and riding for a half-hour, I get home, look down at the car gauges only to see a flashing light:
Oil Pressure Low
Good Grief!
I check the oil. It's fine. That means that it's the oil pump.
It has to go to the shop tomorrow.
I just want to cry.
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