Herbie, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and Christine the haunted killer car all had one thing in common. They had a life of their own.
Not content with passing its MOT with flying colours my Fiat Punto, alias "The Green Machine", decided to get its own back on me for suggesting that i was going to sell her as we only really use one car 95% of the time. And since i only bought 6 months Car Tax for her too the signs were obvious.
On the run back from Birmingham on Friday she started sounding like Mr flatulent on his Baked Beans and cabbage only diet. Yes, the exhaust has blown! It does not even sound good like i spashed out on a straight through upgrade and Pimped my ride! It farts like a vegetarian wind farm and has less "go" than a wife after 10 years of marrige and several kids.
And to top it off, when i arrived home in the pouring rain and bent down to check underneath to make sure the bloody thing was not going to fall off any second, i heard a "sssssssSSSS" and noticed a screw embedded in the rear offside tyre too.
So to recap... I'm chipper.
And now even more poor than i thought i was...
6 comments:
don't think i'll be buying your car just yet dude :o
When my Omega popped its exhaust cherry, I was quoted £310. So on my lttle bruv's advice, I purchased and installed myself a complete stainless steel sports exhaust from Peter Maiden Components, for £240. That was 5 years ago, and I haven't even looked at it since. Lifetime of the car guarantee, apparently. Anyway, all cars are bastards, coated in a gleaming layer of painted bastardness, with an extra waxy shine of being a bastard.
Speaking of penile extensions, I've not long sold my Toyota Sera.(Ooh look at those gullwing doors!) When it's exhaust went I had a choice between getting one shipped from Japan or buying a stainless steel copy from a specialist company in the UK. Not cheap (about £400 just for the downpipe) but at least the garage only charged a tenner to whack it on.
All cars are cunts, end of story :o( It has to be cheaper and less hassle to just get a taxi everywhere you go, surely. At least when the taxi driver's gearbox shits its pants he doesn't come around and mug you for eight hundred quid to get it fixed
And you get blown in the back seat for free!
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