Not a finely tuned sleek, brand spanking new sports car, more like a very old, clapped out Reliant Robin. I’ve not blown a gasket, (yet) or sprung an oil leak, I don’t have a slow puncture, I’ve not run out of petrol or back fired, nope none of that. In fact I have listened to my engine intently but cannot pin point where the issue lies. The suspension is playing up and the boot must be full of building supplies as the auto is dragging. My dashboard is flashing a tiny warning light, I might just get hubby to hook me to his machine to see what is causing the error message is (mind out of the gutter please this is a PG rated blog!) the one that is saying ‘hang up your trainers this is feeling awful’.
Two bad runs this week, truly @£$%^ awful runs, they were both meant to be over 9 miles and neither of them were. Two bad runs where I was up at before 5 am. Should have stayed in bed.
I have consulted the service manual, if I am reading the symptoms correctly the book indicates a rest (I’m sure it says on a tropical island) followed by a focus. I am not talking Ford Focus either!
Yes I think that is it. I don’t have an aim, I need a challenge. I need to take this old wagon on a road trip.
To be continued………………………………………….