Okay, after Friday’s early morning yoga class my new pride, the Blue Turd (in lack of a better name) refused to start up again, leaving me stranded on an empty parking lot on the outskirtest of outskirts on the far out northern end of our far out suburb. To the north only endless dunes and probably 10 million poisenous snakes. No problemo, hello taxi! Then calling my fave mechanic and crying about our shitty new-old car. »No problem, Veebkah [South-African-English way to pronounce my name], leave it to me, we get that done in no time.«

Friday came and went, and after two more phonecalls to a steadily more hectic and stressed mechanic I managed to find out as much as they couldn’t even open up the bonnet, since the panel beater did a sloppy job fitting it back in.

Sunday more phone calls, no sign of Turdy ever getting better.

Same story on Monday … no cruising around for Veebkah and her hubby, the foodstuff delivery service makes a killing from our situation.

Today I get a call: »Petrol line eroded totally, big hole, you lost all your petrol but we patched it up nicely with some plastic tubing. I come and get you.«

Cool! \o/ Finally able to drive again and hit the shops. Whoopee n stuff. 🙂 Mechanic gets me to his garage, I start the car … nuffink! Oy! 😮

Hour later, mechanic running out of tricks, me giving him blank stares … new diagnosis. Obviously some dirt clogging up a jet. Me nods wisely as if I knew what that means, mechanic telling me he needs to dig in a bit deeper, would maybe take one more hour. Or so. So he brings me home, where I’m sitting now and hoping for the best.

But however this latest fukup ends, I’m kinda super disappointed with our nice blue car. Of course I should’ve known that a car that old will have problems from time to time. But I didn’t believe it, thought we fix it up and are done with it. Turdy good as new. Obviously I was wearing my pink glasses. 😦

Anyone still complaining about me being too negative and sceptical?