We all know how it works, but allow me to provide you all with a "real world" example.
For the last 10 months, my daily has been a sturdy diesel Merc W123;
Only minor issues in that time, never let me down, etc, etc. Due to it's reliability and a forthcoming Mot, I thought Id treat her to new discs and pads all round, was the least I could do. Did the fronts a fortnight ago, picked up bits for the rear last Friday. Set about the job Sunday just gone, but didn't get very far. I had been supplied with the wrong pads;
I suppose I should have checked myself at the time, but hey-ho, I had been queuing at the counter for most of my Friday lunch hour and was in a rush.
So, because of an individual somewhere in a parts distribution warehouse, who misread a 8 digit part number by only 1 digit, the difference between a 1 and a 2, I found myself journeying back to said supplier on yesterday morning. A trip I was making, only because of the difference between a 1, and a 2.
Halfway there, I drove straight through a junction because the light facing me were green. Another chap approaching from the left, thought he'd experiment with a new idea he'd had about driving straight through red lights.
I'm pleased to say the brakes on mine performed admirably;
But alas, The space was simply not there . . .
And one from once it had been dragged back home;
So there you have it ladies and gentlemen, a chain reaction of events resulting in one less retro in the world. And a stiff neck. I have no beef with the parts company, today they refunded me for the wrong pads and the discs I never had the chance to fit, and props to Dave mk14dr who happened to be passing on an unrelated retro-rescueing mission, for stopping at the scene to make sure I wasn't dead - your Volvo looked solid Dude.
Goodnight all.
For the last 10 months, my daily has been a sturdy diesel Merc W123;
Only minor issues in that time, never let me down, etc, etc. Due to it's reliability and a forthcoming Mot, I thought Id treat her to new discs and pads all round, was the least I could do. Did the fronts a fortnight ago, picked up bits for the rear last Friday. Set about the job Sunday just gone, but didn't get very far. I had been supplied with the wrong pads;
I suppose I should have checked myself at the time, but hey-ho, I had been queuing at the counter for most of my Friday lunch hour and was in a rush.
So, because of an individual somewhere in a parts distribution warehouse, who misread a 8 digit part number by only 1 digit, the difference between a 1 and a 2, I found myself journeying back to said supplier on yesterday morning. A trip I was making, only because of the difference between a 1, and a 2.
Halfway there, I drove straight through a junction because the light facing me were green. Another chap approaching from the left, thought he'd experiment with a new idea he'd had about driving straight through red lights.
I'm pleased to say the brakes on mine performed admirably;
But alas, The space was simply not there . . .
And one from once it had been dragged back home;
So there you have it ladies and gentlemen, a chain reaction of events resulting in one less retro in the world. And a stiff neck. I have no beef with the parts company, today they refunded me for the wrong pads and the discs I never had the chance to fit, and props to Dave mk14dr who happened to be passing on an unrelated retro-rescueing mission, for stopping at the scene to make sure I wasn't dead - your Volvo looked solid Dude.
Goodnight all.
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