Well after my jaunt down to JAE, faultless trip, till return leg.
Something let go while pulling out of Wicksteed Park, lost power to the radio, nothing major there as it was wedged into the dash in a hurry on the Thursday night.
Get to the services, notice somethings not quite right with the steering.
Think fvck it, get home sort later.
By the time I roll into the drive, the steering is making a painful motor dying noise. Powersteering fubard.
Have a poke about, nosey under the hood, think I am a mechanic. Stare at it a bit.
Ah, leaking fluid from the pipes.
However, need to drop daughter at pre-school, running late, take speedbump littered shortcut through pikesyville, all going well, slow down, scrape, accelerate, slow down, scrape. Till I am forced to take a different line. Up, down, CRRRRRUUUUUNCH. Cock. Sill took a pounding. Joy.
Off to Doncaster tomorrow morning for repair work and a wallet raping.
Still, worth it.
Thanks for making me feel like a 5 year old rocking up on a Tonka truck. Caaants.