The Vectra (heap of useless tits it is) decided that it was going to be a naughty girl today and leaked brake fluid all over the mechanic while it was up on the ramp. As a punishment the mechanic (who’s name wasn’t Mike) thought that failing it on it’s MOT would teach it a lesson. And rightly so, I’d have done the same. It also decided that suspension bushes are a bit gay and that allowing them to wear out would make it look a bit raunchy. Well the mechanic didn’t think so. So instead of failing on the emissions and brakes it failed on the brake pipe and the suspension bushes. So that’s only like 3 things.
So another day without a car. To repair the fucker it will cost me approximately £140.
Still it’s cheaper than a new car and I’ll save that in not buying the petrol that I would have bought for the Mondeo.
Today I bid farewell to the Mondeo. Thank fuck. Lately the drivers door hasn’t been locking correctly and that was just about the last straw. I promise Never to go back to a Ford. They’ve gone shit since they stopped making them at Halewood and my Uncle retired.
Tonight I try to resuscitate the Vectra. I’ve got an Emergency heart starter thing (a battery charger) and I’m going to put on my best doctors outfit (tatty jeans and paint splattered rugby shirt) and revive that old girl. No doubt I will shriek “It lives!” in my best Colin Clive if/when it does start.
Tomorrow I take the Vectra for an MOT.
Did I say I might have sold that heap of shit back to the bloke who sold it to me?
The last time I’m buying a car because of it’s luxurious looking interior.
Hopefully I’ll have the Vectra sorted by Wednesday next week. Providing I can book it in for an MOT that is…..