There comes a point when...
This is going to be a long blog. I can tell.
It all started last Wednesday night when daughter comes home to tell me that "my car sounds very loud". Ok, changing a Peugeot 106 exhaust is easy, but when it's about to fall off and requires changing *now* then it all gets a bit of a rush.
Thu. am: Order exhaust. Drive to work and the Mustang does an odd gear shift. Check tranny oil. A bit low.
Thu. lunchtime: Get a litre of ATF and top up correctly to the mark (engine hot & running).
Thu. pm: Pick up 106 exhaust and change it.
Thu. evening: Wife pokes herself in the eye with a hairbrush whilst packing to go away to Prague on Friday. Spend the evening in casualty. Doctor implies the eye will explode at 30,000 feet due to the scratch. We decide to ignore that piece of advice and go anyway.
Fri am: Go to Prague with our friends and have a nice time.
Sun lunchtime: Learn about the interesting storm coming in from the Atlantic. Decide to ignore that too and go to a local bar.
Sun pm: Fly home in perfect weather (which was good).
Mon am: Wake up to fallen trees, no electricity (wife and daughter in respective electric showers when the power went at 07:10), and two psychotic, wind-swept cats.
Mon am (later): Drive to work and the Mustang ain't shifting gears.
"Hello Mr Auto Gearbox Man, my AOD box isn't working anymore"
"Hard luck"
Mon pm: Wife's eye much better and in one piece.
As they say "...to be continued"
It all started last Wednesday night when daughter comes home to tell me that "my car sounds very loud". Ok, changing a Peugeot 106 exhaust is easy, but when it's about to fall off and requires changing *now* then it all gets a bit of a rush.
Thu. am: Order exhaust. Drive to work and the Mustang does an odd gear shift. Check tranny oil. A bit low.
Thu. lunchtime: Get a litre of ATF and top up correctly to the mark (engine hot & running).
Thu. pm: Pick up 106 exhaust and change it.
Thu. evening: Wife pokes herself in the eye with a hairbrush whilst packing to go away to Prague on Friday. Spend the evening in casualty. Doctor implies the eye will explode at 30,000 feet due to the scratch. We decide to ignore that piece of advice and go anyway.
Fri am: Go to Prague with our friends and have a nice time.
Sun lunchtime: Learn about the interesting storm coming in from the Atlantic. Decide to ignore that too and go to a local bar.
Sun pm: Fly home in perfect weather (which was good).
Mon am: Wake up to fallen trees, no electricity (wife and daughter in respective electric showers when the power went at 07:10), and two psychotic, wind-swept cats.
Mon am (later): Drive to work and the Mustang ain't shifting gears.
"Hello Mr Auto Gearbox Man, my AOD box isn't working anymore"
"Hard luck"
Mon pm: Wife's eye much better and in one piece.
As they say "...to be continued"
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