Feb 3, 2009 Blog
It’s interesting, isn’t it – the way those invisible gremlins work…
You spend a considerable chunk of money on a car, it looks great, drives nice, comfort & style go hand in hand, it’s nippy, sharp, it’s a focus…
The day after you buy it the petrol pump breaks, then over the weeks, various essential engine bits go screwiff; your wheel almost falls off and your breaks don’t work anymore. Things are looking dull, but you manage to scrape through and sort them out – until you discover your exhaust is being held on with cable ties, soonafter someone unsufferably scratches all down the side, then in the midst of the highest petrol costs in years, you’re due an MOT with various failure points.
But this is all just water in the well really, these things do happen, far be it from me to blame the powers that be – car’s have long been accepted as so called dripping taps where our poor old british pound is concerned.
What I don’t enjoy however, is when those gremlins I mentioned come to life. Today, driving to Cheshire Oaks with a friend, I exclaimed that my car had been behaving recently, no gripes, no problems, I even said, outloud, that I wasn’t going to “touch wood”, as I wasn’t ready to tempt fate just yet.
Clever Isaac!
That was my cue to those lovely gremlins to have a touch of fun, and don above my nose those invisible sunglasses that completely switch my common sense and logic selectively off. It also seems to happen to those around me, again, somewhat selectively.
On the way back, we went via Demon Tweaks in wrexham, I needed to pickup two new full-beam headlights, the events that ensued have left me with little faith in the human race… however normal service should resume shortly.
After trying to comprehend a completely alien car-related language spoken by the bloke behind the counter, I simply exclaimed I wanted the “cheapest ones” several times until I was sold two bulbs, happy once again as Larry, I set out to change them.
Needless to say I’d been sold the wrong bulbs, hadn’t checked the existing ones to see if they’d actually blown, broke half the fuses in my fusebox, fixed them, broke more, fixed them, only to find after a good hour of fannying about that I’d been had.
Sad times, back tomorrow to get them changed, maybe I’ll keep quiet for the gremlins sake…
