Well we've not mentioned our blue car for a while, and while all is well with it; it is admittedly a little old.
Anyway we sort of decided to take a serious look at replacing it. We found a rather nice Skoda Octavia, all in silver and lovely. The price however was (as with all cars from dealers) rather more than we figured it was worth. We had a bit of a look, and walked away suggesting that we were prepared to buy it, but not at the advertised price.
Anyway, while I was away in London today my husband has completed his haggling with the dealer and we will soon have a shiny new silver car.
Anyone want to buy a 306?
Showing posts with label car. Show all posts
Showing posts with label car. Show all posts
Monday, 23 February 2009
Friday, 11 April 2008
And its fixed!
It was the fuel pump in the end. All now repaired with a shiny new one.
Though I could have bought a pair of flashes for that price...
Though I could have bought a pair of flashes for that price...
Thursday, 10 April 2008
The car's still broke.
The garage thinks that its the fuel pump too. Sadly they couldn't get a new one today. It will probably be ready tomorrow.
Not having a car at all is really quite difficult. While I can generally get by during the day without (Paws has the car), there are too many things that are too far away from public transport. While I'm happy to walk several miles to get somewhere, Louisa's legs are short(er) and she just doesn't have the stamina to go that far.
In particular, Zoomania is nowhere near a bus route. This is particularly irritating during the school holidays.
Not having a car at all is really quite difficult. While I can generally get by during the day without (Paws has the car), there are too many things that are too far away from public transport. While I'm happy to walk several miles to get somewhere, Louisa's legs are short(er) and she just doesn't have the stamina to go that far.
In particular, Zoomania is nowhere near a bus route. This is particularly irritating during the school holidays.
Wednesday, 9 April 2008
The long way home
Well seeing as it's Easter holidays (what DO you call the holiday between the spring and summer term when Easter isn't actually in it?), I'd planned to work from home this afternoon in order to give Herring the car and a chance to take a little girl out for the afternoon.
So, I packed up my laptop, went downstairs, got in the car (in the car park, obviously) and turned the key. At this point things started departing from the plan. After a few attempts to start the car, I called Herring and pointed out that nothing seemed to be happening. There's been a relay clicking in the car with no obvious symptoms for a while now, so he got me to attempt a Doctor Who style fix (thump it with my fist), but still no joy.
So it was over to the professionals, in this case the RAC. The lady on the phone took my details and then asked 'Did you have any urgent plans this afternoon?' in the tone of voice that says you may as well resign yourself to growing old gracefully where you are. She assured me it would be at least an hour and a half before anyone came out to me; so I went back into the office!
Half an hour or so later I was called, by someone (possibly called John) who said he was now dealing with my breakdown, and he'd call when someone was coming out to me. Half an hour later I was called by someone who said they'd be with me in half an hour. Their timing turned out to be spot on, I was just wondering if I should be optimistic and go down again to wait for them, when somebody saw them in the car park.
So, I went and said hello, and he proceeded to attempt various things, generally determining that fuel was not getting to the engine. At one point he 'phoned a friend' who clearly had the technical specs to hand in order to work out if the car had a fuel pump in the tank (look, I don't KNOW, I just drive it ok?). He then proceeded to dismantle the inside of the car to get to said fuel pump and after poking it with a multimeter he attempted a Doctor Who style fix with about as much success as I'd had earlier.
So it was time to admit, that no, the car was not going anywhere, and we should take it to a garage (luckily Herring had arranged this, so I could tell him where we needed to go), and he proceeded to pull down a towing kit out of the back of his van and attach the car to it.
So off we went to the garage. We found it (eventually), and found someone to leave the keys with (the proprietor was strangely absent), and he gave me a lift home. So here I am without a car just hoping that the garage man actually knows it's with him and is going to fix it!
Full marks to the RAC though for trying to fix it, and for getting me home. I was really glad of them this afternoon!
So, I packed up my laptop, went downstairs, got in the car (in the car park, obviously) and turned the key. At this point things started departing from the plan. After a few attempts to start the car, I called Herring and pointed out that nothing seemed to be happening. There's been a relay clicking in the car with no obvious symptoms for a while now, so he got me to attempt a Doctor Who style fix (thump it with my fist), but still no joy.
So it was over to the professionals, in this case the RAC. The lady on the phone took my details and then asked 'Did you have any urgent plans this afternoon?' in the tone of voice that says you may as well resign yourself to growing old gracefully where you are. She assured me it would be at least an hour and a half before anyone came out to me; so I went back into the office!
Half an hour or so later I was called, by someone (possibly called John) who said he was now dealing with my breakdown, and he'd call when someone was coming out to me. Half an hour later I was called by someone who said they'd be with me in half an hour. Their timing turned out to be spot on, I was just wondering if I should be optimistic and go down again to wait for them, when somebody saw them in the car park.
So, I went and said hello, and he proceeded to attempt various things, generally determining that fuel was not getting to the engine. At one point he 'phoned a friend' who clearly had the technical specs to hand in order to work out if the car had a fuel pump in the tank (look, I don't KNOW, I just drive it ok?). He then proceeded to dismantle the inside of the car to get to said fuel pump and after poking it with a multimeter he attempted a Doctor Who style fix with about as much success as I'd had earlier.
So it was time to admit, that no, the car was not going anywhere, and we should take it to a garage (luckily Herring had arranged this, so I could tell him where we needed to go), and he proceeded to pull down a towing kit out of the back of his van and attach the car to it.
So off we went to the garage. We found it (eventually), and found someone to leave the keys with (the proprietor was strangely absent), and he gave me a lift home. So here I am without a car just hoping that the garage man actually knows it's with him and is going to fix it!
Full marks to the RAC though for trying to fix it, and for getting me home. I was really glad of them this afternoon!
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