Today finally Kalli called us with the good news that the Transit is driving lekker and ready for collection. That poor man was working the whole Easter weekend, day and night, on that old van and ran into problems. Engine mountings broke off and destroyed the radiator fan, putting in an automatic gearshifter, filling up on all fluids and this and that but finally the whole car is mechanically sound and drives really sweet.
So of course first thing I did was filling up. But stop, young Orca, don’t fill up completely! The tank has a volume of 150 liters, filling it up would ruin us! Anyway, I put in my usual 300 ZAR (~20 €) and then brought the carriage home to show hubby. Oh, btw, filling up on petrol will be soo much easier from now on. Someone put a Ford Sapphire 3l V6 into this usually pretty lame delivery van. We think it’s maybe from the early 90s. Doesn’t matter. Main thing is that we can fill up on normal lead free juice, which is not only cheaper but available at all gas stations. No more hassles for us. \o/ YAY! \o/
I decided to keep the panels that were floating around in the load compartment. They are Transit side doors we can use to make the windows functional again. So taking out the screens and getting rid of the metal shit should be the next thing to do. Or bringing it all to our mechanic and let him do it for us. Orcsi is much too spoiled to touch all that dirty rusty shit herself. =^.^=
Anyway, for now we’re just happy to be in posession of a driveable car again. So I can go out tomorrow for some banking business, talking to our mechanic, getting our good Sony radio from the guy who bought our Turdy, shopping for some car spares, having a good Wash n Go and then, maybe, driving to the cinema that is a bit further away and watch GitS in 2D. Oh yes, and of course fabricating some kinda ramp for hubby’s wheelchair. Actually that shall be the first thing to do. 🙂
And hey, we already found a name for the old Transit. Despite the lack of any paperwork and absence of a chassis number we know it’s quite old, probably early/mid 70s, so at least as old as Turdy was. So we call him Oubaas now. Oubaas is Afrikans and means …
South African a person who is senior in years or rank
Yes, right, an oubaas is what we call in more civilzed countries a “geezer”.
We think it’s quite a fitting name, depite the “modern” engine, mag wheels and racing tyres. The whole carriage has a quite old-ish appeal. A real Oubaas. And so it shall be.