Don’t touch my car!

Don't touch my car!

 

T’was the day before, the night before, the night before, the night before, the night before, the night before,  Christmas (it was the Thursday before Christmas) and I had arranged to go to Aldi with my Mum to get some brisket beef they were advertising for the festive season. I had a few other things on my list I wasn’t sure I could get there (I could… I’m going back! As a huge aside, I also bought a box of mince pies which were sworn as the very best we’d ever tasted on Christmas Day itself) and so we set off with plenty of shopping bags and Christmas spirit in my car, Rhubarb.

Once we’d loaded the shopping into the car, I tried to start the engine and the car said no. It didn’t splutter, didn’t fuss, it just refused. I wasn’t as upset as I might have been – this has been happening on and off for a while and given the symptoms, I was fairly sure I had the following wrong with my car – a dicky battery/alternator (although Halfords had declared both healthy), a water leak (I had to fill it up every couple of days with water/coolant, despite replacing my radiator and water pump in 2019) and potentially, most recently, a problem with my exhaust as it had begun chucking out tons of smoke when it did start.

So, I didn’t panic. I just let it sit for a minute and had a cigarette while my Mum fretted and fussed – mainly about the shopping in the boot. That done, I tried again and still nothing. Some time before I knew my car was going to become the most unreliable vehicle in the entire world, I’d taken out some kind of half-arsed recovery policy. The idea was that it was cheaper than your normal recovery policy, because it had a £40 excess per call out. Great idea eh? If you get stuck on the motorway, getting towed off to a garage would be a bargain for £40. However, when your car won’t start at perfectly random times (sometimes it was a wee dream and had no problems, so you could never predict) it can get expensive and fast.

As we were local, I suggested to my Mum that we call the garage she normally uses. The owner there is a slightly scary man who has an unfortunate manner. I took mine to him once and he acted like I was his youngest and most disappointing child, lecturing me liberally on the things I hadn’t had done to the car in terms of servicing (which at this point behaved fine).  However, despite this trait, he has been extremely good to my Mum and seems genuinely fond of her. She said yes, call him. I said no, he won’t come for me at such a busy time, but he’ll come for you, so she rang him and he came. I gave him £20 to get a drink and he told me that none of the things I thought were wrong with my car were wrong at all, with the exception of the water leak. The bad news was that it was leaking into the engine (he might have said carburetor?).  He said the exhaust smoke was actually steam!

He got the car started by pushing it around a bit and it sounded really bad. He told me to get it home carefully and never to drive it again. He proclaimed it dead. I won’t bother telling you how bad the journey home was. It was about a mile and I thought we might not make it.

Happy focking Christmas to me!

I was very sad for the rest of the day. I’m not ashamed to say there were tears. I had Rhubarb from when she was 2 years old and now, at only 15 years old, she was dead. It was no good people telling me she’d had a good innings or that cars, especially Fiats, don’t run forever.

She’d been my helpful friend through so much. She had been with me all over the country to meetings and conferences back when I was a proper busy career woman. She had taken me down the motorway that first time I went to meet Thom in RL. She’d carried me all over to medical appointments and hospital visits when I was long-term ill. She had taken me away from my previous home in Warwickshire to my completely new life only the year before. She’d taken both my previous furry babies with me to the vets when they couldn’t carry on any more. She’d brought my newest furry baby home to the new house.

I had to grieve her a little. I think I’m allowed that.

I got up the next day and gave myself a not-unkind slap around the chops. It was time to get practical. Christmas was on the horizon and I could not afford to be without a car for long. I went online and I chose a small, economical car – a 2013 Ford KA, actually and I rang the dealer. I told them I wanted to test drive it and suggested as I didn’t have transport that he brought it to me. I asked if he thought I was cheeky. He replied that he did, but he would do it anyway (my experience of being cheeky is that if you acknowledge it, people do usually go along with the cheek).

The car was good. I bought the car. The man took Rhubarb in “part exchange” although I only got £185 off the screen price for her and he told me he’d send the scrap man the next day to pick her up.

I cleared from Rhubarb the years of tat which had accumulated. I found old hand-written, idiot-proof directions from my ex to places I’d had to go for work, he was so kind to do that for me. I found the small pine cone type thing Thom and I picked up back in 2009 when we went out for lunch at a pretty place. I took off her pink ‘Little Miss Naughty’ steering wheel cover. That bit felt very bad.

The scrap man came. I’d been dreading it, but he was nice. I gave him her handbook and documents and asked him to look after her and he just gave me a sad smile. She started first time, cus she’s a brave girl and the guilt and remorse nearly made me cry. He loaded her onto the truck and took her away.

I called the new car Yucky.

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8 comments

  • Cars can become little time capsules, if not unintentional. Lots of memories are tied up with those driven miles. I’m happy that you have reliable transportation again, even if you had to be a little cheeky. 😉

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  • Happy New Year, dear Meri! ❤️️
    And omg, I feel you so much – I know I’ll be crying quite a lot when that day comes for my car! It’s 25 years old now, and has been mine since it was new and shiny, and actually feels like a part of me. Poor Rhubarb! It’s astonishing how many memories and feeling can be connected to an object (my dad would say: Get a grip, it’s only a car! When younger, he exchanged models every 3 years 😄), and how strong the emotional bond can grow.

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    • I can tell you really get it. Love that you’ve had your car 25 years from new. And yes, my dad would be the same. Happy New Year to you too lovely. 😘

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    • Tacks Sadie. I hope so too. Yucky is a very cheerful little thing, so I’m hoping well get along together for a good while! Happy New Year chick xxx

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  • That story nearly made ME cry! Poor little thing (both you and Rhubarb).
    The human has had it’s 1992 Ford Telstar wagon for 21 years, it’s the best car the human has ever owned (the human has owned cars for 44 years), and has barely missed a beat in all those 21 years (it was an ex-business-travellers car, and had had all it’s services from new), though she (if she has a name, it’s ‘car’) is beginning to slow down, and is , in fact, having a new head gasket installed next week, which will cost more then ‘car’ is now worth… but ‘car’ has been so fucking reliable, all these years, and the human has replaced almost every working part of her, at least once, and knows her every quirk, that it would be like selling a child, to get rid of her, and, replace her with what, a totally unknown quantity… nope. So, from what the human has told me of it’s feelings for ‘car’, I could totally imagine how sad you must have been to let brave little Rhubarb board that one-way wreckers truck ):

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    • God Sera. I nearly cried hearing about car… And car is fine and not dead. I guess if I’d been more attentive to Rhubarb, like you have been to car, that she might still be working.
      My dad used to check my engine levels and tell me off because I only put petrol into the car. It became like a joke, how useless I am. Mind you, Thom helped me with Rhubarb, he’s very good at that sort of thing.

      I hope that car keeps going for you for a long time yet. Hugs you/the human x

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