I had a Vauxhall Vectra...yes, I know, it's my own fault...
It was a 2.0 140bhp bargain basement vehicle I picked up from a friend who was going to part ex it so I offered her a few extra coffers than the PX value and bingo.
Went well until I took it to a local Vauxhall dealer which is where I think it all started to go wrong. Following the replacement of many parts and an MOT to the tune of £1K...half the value of the car... and numerous trips back to the garage to re-fix the work they bodged in the first place... and once finding a Mc Donald's drive through receipt in the foot well when going to collect it... and having an independent mechanic point out that the exhaust manifold has been fixed with just a single bolt by said dealership... I could go on.
I was then getting the impression the car was feeling a little put out with me being it's owner. My fat hairy @rse in the driver seat was no match for the previous fit young lady's and quite understandably the car continued to 'play up'.
Well yesterday, my car expressed it's own frustration in a very clear fashion. In a final bid to p*ss me off, it decided to loose all grip on a country lane on a right hand corner and skid me across the road into a telegraph pole, which got flattened. The insolent heap of cr*p then span me round into the ditch and flipped me over.
Good news is that the only damage to myself was when I climbed out and put my hand in some stinging nettles. Ouch!
So are some cars like an elderly relative? Can they go a little mad and play up like that? Or is it 'cos we treat them badly?
Either way, I feel lucky I'm able to post today, 'cos if that telegraph pole hadn't collapsed under the impact, or had been a large tree, my legs would have been replaced by the car's engine at an alarming rate, and who knows what would have/could have replaced my more vital organs.
Sorry for waffling on, but perhaps there's a message in it for us all that might just do some good somewhere.
I was lucky to get home last night alive to see my wife and 13 week old daughter, and all because of a bit of slippery country road and a driver who wasn't quite expecting it.
And no amount of humour or light heartedness can hide the fact that I was a lucky fool. Lets not have any unlucky fools out there.
My seat belt, air bag, and crumple zones saved my life, for those who drive older cars without such technology, take it easy.
R.