hi there guys and girls...
it saddens me to say that i have not been about to join in, in the topics of late.. due to a catastrophic failure of my motors engine has left me sitting in a corner in tears, wondering why it was i ever became a student... as now i don't have the funds to fix it....
the sadness all started when i was on a journey to the snow dome in Birmingham, for a two hour snow boarding lesson..
i got up super early to give the car the once over, to make sure that all was dandy for the trip... topped her up with water.. oil, checked the air pressure.... as you do.... and was fairly confident that i would be ok to take it...
i go onto the M40 and headed to Birmingham. as it became lighter, i notest that the car was blowing a little blue smoke... but having just filled up the engine with oil.. i presumed that i had over filled it a little, and the engine was just burning the excess off.. after about 20-30 miles, the engine had stopped burning oil.. so i thought that would be the end of my troubles.. however... just before i got to the M42, the car started to stutter... i lost all the power from the engine... and the car, (even though the engine was still running) started to slow......
the words "oh" and "sh*t" were the first of several, which came out of my mouth over the next couple of mins.... as i got on to the hard shoulder and opened the bonnet.. as i sat there wondering if the spark plug leads had suffered from the heat (apparently this is a problem with the sud sprint), i thought i would start the car... just to see if the engine had ceased...
low and behold the engine kicked back into life... !!!!!!
i jumped out of the car, put the bonnet back down.. and got on my merry way.... or at least for another ten mins.... where the car yet again started to stutter... and yet again, several obscenities came out of my mouth.. the first of which being "oh" and "sh*t"......
however my luck once again seemed to be in, as before i got a chance to stop the car... the stuttering had stopped... for the rest of the journey all was fine.... so then i started to think... well maybe it was something like gunk in the carbs, which just needed to be flushed out of the car..
i got to my lesson, and forgot all about it for a while.. then before i went home again.. i gave the car another check over... there was plenty of water in the car.. but the oil had dropped lots.... if this all came out at the start of my journey... why had it stopped at this level???
anyway i filled it up, and set off...
i must have reached about five miles..... just enough to get myself back onto the motorway for the stuttering and the cut of power, to start again..... yes those two magical words came out of my mouth once again, but on a loop this time.... must have said "oh sh*t" about five to ten times..... until i got it on to the hard shoulder...
i thought... it cant be heat.... because it is a cold as day... and it has been sat there for two hours... after fiddling about nervously under the bonnet for a couple of mins i decided that the car wasn't going anywhere, with the knowledge that i have... so the RAC was called...
i have never realised just how heavy lorries are.... standing at the side of the motorway, (for those of you who have done it will know) your feet shake every time one of them come by... that’s why i was poking about nervously under the bonnet... every time a lorry came past.... i jumped up and had a little look around to see when the next one was due...
when the RAC man came though... we had another worry on our minds than the lorry... because the field next to us seemed to have someone shooting a gun in it!!! we couldn't see the person... but every now and then the bang would be a little louder... and both myself and the RAC man would look nervously at the field before carrying on...
after a while we managed to get the car off of the motorway onto a side road, where the RAC man saw the stuttering for himself... we had a little chat... and decided that the safest thing for myself and the car would be to get it towed...
my little love child is now in the garage awaiting a full strip down and rebuild.... which means that i have to drive my old car.... a bloody Peugeot 106...... kill me!!!
it saddens me to say that i have not been about to join in, in the topics of late.. due to a catastrophic failure of my motors engine has left me sitting in a corner in tears, wondering why it was i ever became a student... as now i don't have the funds to fix it....
the sadness all started when i was on a journey to the snow dome in Birmingham, for a two hour snow boarding lesson..
i got up super early to give the car the once over, to make sure that all was dandy for the trip... topped her up with water.. oil, checked the air pressure.... as you do.... and was fairly confident that i would be ok to take it...
i go onto the M40 and headed to Birmingham. as it became lighter, i notest that the car was blowing a little blue smoke... but having just filled up the engine with oil.. i presumed that i had over filled it a little, and the engine was just burning the excess off.. after about 20-30 miles, the engine had stopped burning oil.. so i thought that would be the end of my troubles.. however... just before i got to the M42, the car started to stutter... i lost all the power from the engine... and the car, (even though the engine was still running) started to slow......
the words "oh" and "sh*t" were the first of several, which came out of my mouth over the next couple of mins.... as i got on to the hard shoulder and opened the bonnet.. as i sat there wondering if the spark plug leads had suffered from the heat (apparently this is a problem with the sud sprint), i thought i would start the car... just to see if the engine had ceased...
low and behold the engine kicked back into life... !!!!!!
i jumped out of the car, put the bonnet back down.. and got on my merry way.... or at least for another ten mins.... where the car yet again started to stutter... and yet again, several obscenities came out of my mouth.. the first of which being "oh" and "sh*t"......
however my luck once again seemed to be in, as before i got a chance to stop the car... the stuttering had stopped... for the rest of the journey all was fine.... so then i started to think... well maybe it was something like gunk in the carbs, which just needed to be flushed out of the car..
i got to my lesson, and forgot all about it for a while.. then before i went home again.. i gave the car another check over... there was plenty of water in the car.. but the oil had dropped lots.... if this all came out at the start of my journey... why had it stopped at this level???
anyway i filled it up, and set off...
i must have reached about five miles..... just enough to get myself back onto the motorway for the stuttering and the cut of power, to start again..... yes those two magical words came out of my mouth once again, but on a loop this time.... must have said "oh sh*t" about five to ten times..... until i got it on to the hard shoulder...
i thought... it cant be heat.... because it is a cold as day... and it has been sat there for two hours... after fiddling about nervously under the bonnet for a couple of mins i decided that the car wasn't going anywhere, with the knowledge that i have... so the RAC was called...
i have never realised just how heavy lorries are.... standing at the side of the motorway, (for those of you who have done it will know) your feet shake every time one of them come by... that’s why i was poking about nervously under the bonnet... every time a lorry came past.... i jumped up and had a little look around to see when the next one was due...
when the RAC man came though... we had another worry on our minds than the lorry... because the field next to us seemed to have someone shooting a gun in it!!! we couldn't see the person... but every now and then the bang would be a little louder... and both myself and the RAC man would look nervously at the field before carrying on...
after a while we managed to get the car off of the motorway onto a side road, where the RAC man saw the stuttering for himself... we had a little chat... and decided that the safest thing for myself and the car would be to get it towed...
my little love child is now in the garage awaiting a full strip down and rebuild.... which means that i have to drive my old car.... a bloody Peugeot 106...... kill me!!!