Well, great, yeah. I'm so pleased for you.
Whatever.
I normally take the jag down to a local ex Coombs Mark2 fettler for the MOT, knowing that he has Mark2 sympathy, an unplumbed knowledge of the marque, and a special big hammer. He makes sure it passes.
This time round, I thought it would make me feel better about neglecting the old girl if it failed it's MOT, - I could then say, - "look pet, I know you'd love to come, and I'd love to take you, but you haven't got an MOT now have you though but? You wouldn't want us to risk a pull now would you? It's a shame, but considering the circumstances, I'm just going to have to leave you behind and cycle". I knew she'd understand.
So I took it to the High St MOT place, the herbert doing the tests down there is usually less than half the age of the cars exhaust system, I knew he wouldn't let me down.
The b*stard passed it.
Now I daren't go in the garage, she'll have me leg off. And I feel very guilty.
Where's the idiot fitter when you need one?
Have a good trip down boys, and I hope the core plugs stay exactly where they're meant to...
H