A Spanner In My Works!

 

Had a little knock a couple of weeks ago and it was particularly galling as it was my fault, but hey ho!   Shit happens!   After all Pobodys Nerfect!'... even me.

I had a loan car for ten days and have happily tootled about although I usually drive a Mazda MX5 so I did feel a bit 'sit up and beg' in the loaner car but any car is better than no car after all.   To me cars really are mobile handbags but I do like a nice little Mazda and they aren't child friendly thank goodness .   When I was teaching I got a lot of 'cred' when the students saw my car, it was always "Is that yours Miss?" as if I should be driving a knackered Lada, bless them, I guess we all like a neat little motor.

When I got my beast back on Wednesday I noticed a knocking noise that started to irritate the whatsits out of me, I know these cars so well after 25 years and 12 of them and couldn't work out quite where the noise was coming from.   I'd had to have a new wing and wondered if there was a grommet missing or something hadn't been tightened properly so yesterday I went back to the garage and they had a look and they were all scratching their heads.

The mechanic agreed that the noise wasn't imaginary so I sat there for a couple of hours while they de-constructed my car.   The door rattled so that got fixed, then they said could they keep it into next week and my little heart sank at the prospect of being without it for another few days but I agreed.

The  cause of noise had to be found so they decided that in a last ditch attempt to locate it they would take off my bumper to check that they'd fitted it properly and then 'lo and behold' they found the problem - the rock.   It was bigger than a pound coin and it was rattling around inside the bumper, the conclusion being that it had flown up into the grille and lodged in there.  

It was so nice to drive home without a rattle but I did feel sorry for the guys in the garage, they had done a lovely repair and had to virtually remove it all to find 'it' which was simply a chunk of stone.  

Embarrassment over and I'm a happy motorist again and the bunting will be going up on my gate again on father's day - the second anniversary of dumping the last numpty....

So all, life is fine, car fixed, nobody got broken and I'm free.    A result all round I think.