This car got sick the day after Thanksgiving. Three and a half months ago. We took it in - what - two weeks ago? I really can't complain that it took two weeks to fix since we let it sit in the garage for months.
Gary says it drives like a new car, and no lights came on. I asked him to drive it home, because if any lights came on I would lose my mind and drive it into an embankment.
They did give us ten percent off the parts and labor for our aggravation. The thing that was evidently so hard to diagnose was a bad cylinder. Why on earth a bad cylinder could cause the dynamic stability control light to come on I don't know.
I may try driving it somewhere today. I still feel a little betrayed.