TPS Report: All the Red Lights

I left the interview just after 4PM. I knew I’d catch rush hour traffic out of downtown Phoenix. What I didn’t know what the rest of the day would be a test.

Long story short, I got stuck in rolling gridlock on surface streets in 117* weather. For about two hours. Fezzik wasn’t having it, overheated, and forced me into the pits at a QT for a cool-down. Pulling the check engine light codes revealed a cylinder 3 misfire and throttle position sensor (TPS) issues.

Two hours later, I had completed my typically-30-minute drive home. We went to Outback for dinner, where we got the easily distracted, yet friendly, waiter. Then we went to Sprouts to get groceries for our camping trip, where the honeydew melons weren’t scanning. It was like I caught a year’s worth of red lights in a single evening.

And sometime just before midnight, I got that TPS sensor roughly dialed in, buttoned Fezzik back up, completed a road test, and went to bed. You know, exactly the way you want to spend the night before a 9AM presentation-style interview for the big job.