I drive a two door Vauxhall Corsa - it's a great car... Almost 15 years old, dark blue and very forgiving when it comes to changing gears!!
I've had the car (named Victor) for about 5 years now and haven't had any problems with it... Then my brakes started squeaking.
No biggie, I thought, but took the car to a garage for one of those free brake checks. Sure enough the check didn't remain free for very long and not only did Victor need new brake pads at the front (where he was squeaking), he also needed new discs (or so I was told, and so I agreed). That was on Tuesday.
A couple of days ago (Thursday) I went shopping for fruit and veg etc. and found myself the target of an incessant torrent of horns. I was driving at the speed limit... On the correct side of the road... So couldn't see why I deserved such treatment.
I checked out my rear-view mirror to see who this horn-happy driver was... And the face of a concerned-looking man with his wife made me pull over. Thanks very much to that man, because I had been driving on a flat tyre.
So there I was with my wheezy foot pump at the side of the road nursing poor Victor back to full strength and then I drove on.
Today Victor and I needed to take another outing together... More fruit! I picked necterines (ripen at home), peaches (ready to eat) and plums (anyone's guess)...
On the drive back a fairly loud crack sounding noise made me check out my wing mirror and pull over. I snapped the hazards on and jumped out the car - my hub plate had snapped off my wheel and carreered across the pavement onto someone's drive.
I retrieved this, dismayed that in the time it took me to walk back to it, the owner of the property had managed to snap it further by driving right over it, and walked back to the car.
My fingers were filthy from the dirt of the hub cap, I was bitterly grumbling to myself about the man driving over my dismembered hub cap... And then I saw my back tyre. Puncture.
So I'm back off to the garage, I wonder what problems it'll pick up this time?!!