At my job yesterday, I was told to take the boss lady's Benz to the garage across the street.
Looked a lot like the above, but a darker blue, and white interior...Striking. 1700 miles.
I believe I've had to move one of these goofy no key having, push button on the dash, where the berkeley is the emergency brake cars once before-not a Benz, just the electronic key type of automobile.
The problem? Her low tire pressure warning was on. Now normally, I'd go to a gas station, or better yet, my own compressor, or even a bicycle pump to put the 1 or 2 psi in needed to shut the light up, but my bosses don't like being told anything but what they want to hear, so, as usual, my answer to the request was "yes".
I took the car across the street, but not until I had given myself a 5 minute crash course on how to operate this paddle shift, self starting/stopping engined thing. Weird, but not insurmountable.
So, at the garage, they read the door jam-like you do, aired up the tires, and told me I'd have to drive it around. I had Ferris Bueller type daydreams of smoky burnouts, jumps, and powerslides, but while I'd love to get fired from this job, I don't believe that's the way to do it. So I drive. The pop-up on the dash reads the tire pressures, and they are all within two psi at the most on the high side. 20 miles later, still no love, so I pull over, and get them all dead nuts on the recommended pressure, a whopping 37 front, and 42 rear-does it think it's a truck? By now, I'm slightly annoyed. The last thing I want is to be responsible for this steaming pile of luxo-barge, but my mission is clear: make the light go away. By now, I'm accelerating hard, braking hard, stopping, and turning the ignition all the way off, then on again.
After another 20 or so miles, I take it back to the shop to see if they have a scanner, or it can be reset or something. They confirm the wheel sensors are working, put one more psi in each front, and instruct me to drive some more (the rears are no longer hi-lighted in yellow on the pop-up, and thus are deemed okay). So I go for another drive 60=mph, hard acceleration, just driving it. By this time, the boss's assistant is hounding me about why its taking so long, we need you here, etc.
To wrap it up, the issue was never resolved. It has to go to the Mercedes dealer over a tire air pressure issue. The display showed the correct psi, or plus one, and that didn't make the damn car happy. There are red triangles that flash in your side view mirrors when someone is in your blind spot, back up camera, with alarm, two keypads on the steering wheel (one for the dash, one for the screen in the center of the dash where the HVAC controls used to be), God knows what else, but it can't talk itself out of a trouble code because the temperature dropped a few degrees.
I haven't been so annoyed since this job made me take possession of a work iPhone, and proceed to blow me up with constant texting-never had one of those worthless pieces of modern "convenience" before then.
Get off my lawn.