Increasingly amusing tales of car ownership - Chapter 5

The story so far:

Chapter 1: Astra vs. Bus (not detailed)

Chapter 2: His motor

Chapter 3: Only one calamity to go

Chapter 4: Only one wing mirror to go

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Chapter 5: Linkage

So Saturday, when I went to pick Shithead up from the airport [entry], I started having engine trouble again. As leaving the airport, the Silver (and Red) Machine struggled to pull away. I attributed to the additional weight that Shithead and his rich French diet had inflicted on my car. It happened once more near Exeter, but then everything seemed okay and I pushed it away from the front of my mind. For the rest of the weekend it was okay, but driving to the pub for Sunday lunch, it happened again. This time the gear-stick became completely loose.

I had it towed to a nearby garage, and I called my dad to pick me up and bring me back to Salcombe. I had to take Yesterday off work, because I wanted to stay in the area until I had heard from the garage. They called me this morning to tell me that the gear linkage had snapped.

A lot less serious than originally feared, but still inconvenient (esp. 3 weeks before Christmas).

So, I've given them the go ahead to repair the damage (luckily the estimate was also a lot less than originally feared). Unfortunately, because of the need for new parts, I'm without a car for a week. Until then, I'm using buses.

I tell you, I'm jinxed as far as cars go. In darkened car lots across the country, old cars tell ghost stories about me.