Right, it has been a while since I last put anything on here, mainly because I haven’t done too much. But now I have some thing to wright about. It is the slow and torturous death of my car.
I have had the Fiesta for 11 years now, and to be honest, it is a bit like Triggers Broom (from Only Fools and Horses, where it has had 12 heads and 14 handles, but is still the same broom that he has had for 20 years). It has had a new engine, new exhaust, more welding than the Eiffel Tower, brakes and discs replaces, new suspension coils, you name it, it has probably been done.
The writing has been on the wall for a while though, it has had £600 spent on it this year, and more things kept going wrong, stupid niggly little things, like the 3rd heat setting didn’t work, and the CD player would only work for 3 minutes without jamming. But it was my car and the 180,000 miles on the clock were mostly mine. Now after an MOT failure of epic proportions, it is off to the scrap heap in the sky (well nutbourne) and I get £150. Not quite enough to cover the new brakes that it needed in January.
I doubt that I would miss it as much as I miss the Mini (proper mini, not a BMW) that I had when I passed my test, but for the time being, what I do miss is my freedom. I hate having to blag lifts off of people, its a throwback to when I was 15. Hopefully it won’t be for too long, but I have to go through the hassle of trying to find something that I can afford (which isn’t much) and something that has a years MOT on it.
So to the Fiesta that is going, “May your spare parts come in useful for something”.
Rantings from a bored mind. 