In days long gone by we received a letter from Mazda informing us the ignition coil in our car was being recalled. Free of charge they would replace said coil and all would be well with the universe and the Bago-car.
I, in all honesty, had not noticed anything wrong with the coil, but then I would not have known what one looked like or where one such creature might lurk either. The key had always gone in when so charged to do and it worked as far as I was concerned.
If it works, so sayeth the magi, dont fuck with it even if you do know a cheat/tweak code.
I am one of those rare and special males that have not got the first idea about what happens under the hood of a car. My bother-in-law shakes his head in despair when I take the car to the get the ashtray emptied. Other men on the street turn their backs when I approach and a colleagues husband refers to me as “He who must not be named.” I know where the gas, oil, and windshield washer goes but for everything else I visit the local garage. What can I say? At least it gets me out of the house.