Ok so driving home from work wednesday get smell of petrol, I'm one of those people that likes that smell, worrying i know but hey, so i figure what they hey probably the guy infronts exhaust has a hole in it.
20 minuets and a few miles later he turns off and i can still smell the petrol, uh oh it's me great this is gona cost some!
Finally get home and take a look, can't see squat, check it the next morning before i goto work, start the car up and heart jumps a mile, a huge spray of petrol is covering the whole engine from a tiny little hole in the fuel intake pipe...great! Doesn't help it's fking freezin either, lucky me I grab a lift from a m8 who i work with get into work ok.
A day absoltuly jam bloody packed with meetings and not a chance to phone anyone with any mechanical sence whatsoever i get another lift back home and make the decision to just drop me car off at the nearest garage.
So now it's Thursday morning....3am, what the hell am i doing up so early? worrying about weather or not i'll blow myself up driving this car to the garage, god what a dweeb but I have to get it fixed today or I'm screwed on friday and I really need to be able to drive on friday.
8am finally arrives and i feel like a crack whore gone cold turky. I take the plung, start the car, smell the petrol and do probably one of the most stupid thing's i've ever done in my life, i drive my car, a potential bomb (abiet a small one from all the petrol i've lost so far) down to the garage.
The look on the guy's face said it all, I gave him the key's and my number and got away as soon as i could, brass monkeys permitting....sodding weather.
Unknown "pet#1" Playful
- 16 years, 9 months, 10 days ago
