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...