well...
i am gutted!!!
my mini (petula) broke down this morning on a sainsburys car park.
what's so bad about that?
well... my minis never let me down and this was actually the first time since four years that it happened...
had a day off work to get the car into a garage and fixed and everything. stood about 4 hours in the rain waiting for the recovery car. the first that arrived could neither fix my car nor tow it to a garage as the petula is lowered and has a modified exhaust (no! i am not a boy racer). there simply wasn't enough ground clearence...
so i had to wait another hour for a flat bed transporter...
car got fixed and i paid 60 quid for it. but i am a happy man again. i really do emotionally suffer when the mini's not working. it almost feels like having taken an arm off...
but the worst is to come tomorrow in the office. my fellow colleagues always joke about me because i still drive minis and praise them as being relyable if well maintained and more fun than most other cars (btw my colleagues almost all drive pretty modern "comfy" cars. i am driving mini with a conviction not because i couldn't afford something bigger... they laugh at me but on the other side they show respect also as they realised what i am doing with the mini. this year i drove down to spain to the international mini meeting in barcelona and later that year we drove to the nürburgring which is probably the most famoue racetrack in the world. both were charity events and we raised quite good money for a good cause.
the mini gains attention so it is kind of a responsibility we take over driving them and using them for such things...
anyway... i am sure tomorrow i will get more laughter from my colleagues than respect...
i can already hear them saying "buy a new car" and so on...
but i can also hear me answering with a smile "well... i got my car back within one day, yours would have spent a week until they find the fault"...
it really is conviction... 