took my car to the garage to check the electrics, he's there arsin about for a while, then finally says best if i take it to a specialist, gives me the number.
then chat for a while, i go to leave and she wont start so we check all the plugs we're fiddled with and finally realize hes left the ignition on and the coils red hot, so spend an age coolin it down, still nothing. eventually decide to bump her, she starts great.
go round the corner, and from all the curse word about, i'm out of fuel and she conks out in the middle of the road. so i push her to the side, no curse word helps, all just sit there watchin, i ask where the nearest petrol station is and head off.
about 2 miles later com to an esso go in, no fuel containers, and the curse word won't let me put it in anything else, so a few stern words and i'm off to the next one. another 2/3 miles down the duel carriage way (walking by the way) i come to a service station, go in, no fuel containers!!!
not happy at this point, so i have to call the old boy, so he sets out, fuel container in the back, meets me, get the fuel, and head off to find the sled.
fill her up, wont start. now in all the pushin i flicked the ignition on, and it's been on for a good hour, so the coil is red hot.
manage to find a rag and some water and i set about cooling it down, after an hour, and after my dad had said thats it, i tried her once more, and she went!! dad collects all the curse word from the engine bay and we're off in convoy.
get back and i ask for my gloves...
"what gloves"
black leather gloves on a black car at night, he didn't see 'em curse word drove off with them off the wing.
All that for a telephone number, and being told its gonna cost!
... i'm not a happy bunny
then chat for a while, i go to leave and she wont start so we check all the plugs we're fiddled with and finally realize hes left the ignition on and the coils red hot, so spend an age coolin it down, still nothing. eventually decide to bump her, she starts great.
go round the corner, and from all the curse word about, i'm out of fuel and she conks out in the middle of the road. so i push her to the side, no curse word helps, all just sit there watchin, i ask where the nearest petrol station is and head off.
about 2 miles later com to an esso go in, no fuel containers, and the curse word won't let me put it in anything else, so a few stern words and i'm off to the next one. another 2/3 miles down the duel carriage way (walking by the way) i come to a service station, go in, no fuel containers!!!
not happy at this point, so i have to call the old boy, so he sets out, fuel container in the back, meets me, get the fuel, and head off to find the sled.
fill her up, wont start. now in all the pushin i flicked the ignition on, and it's been on for a good hour, so the coil is red hot.
manage to find a rag and some water and i set about cooling it down, after an hour, and after my dad had said thats it, i tried her once more, and she went!! dad collects all the curse word from the engine bay and we're off in convoy.
get back and i ask for my gloves...
"what gloves"
black leather gloves on a black car at night, he didn't see 'em curse word drove off with them off the wing.
All that for a telephone number, and being told its gonna cost!
... i'm not a happy bunny