Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Limp Bus-kit...
...does that work? I don't know.
Anyway, the limping. As I mentioned some time ago (surely it can only have been yesterday, after all this thing is updated all the time...) the van has been, to put it in technical terms, knackered. "Revving its arse off" was, I believe, the term used...
Well on Saturday we farted and belched our way along to the garage in Ardgour to have the mannie take a look at the throttle linkage. I pootled along at about 25-30 miles an hour on perhaps 2 cylinders, fighting my way through gales and driving rain to drop the van off. I'd arranged earlier in the day to get a lift home from one of the ferrymen at the end of his shift. My goodness - what a rollercoaster that was. Not once did the speedo drop below 80 in his wee white van until we hit (almost literally) the Post Office here in the village. I had no idea up until that point that those white lines in the middle of the road are for FOLLOWING not for driving either side of as I'd been doing...jings (as Oor Wullie would once have said)
...does that work? I don't know.
Anyway, the limping. As I mentioned some time ago (surely it can only have been yesterday, after all this thing is updated all the time...) the van has been, to put it in technical terms, knackered. "Revving its arse off" was, I believe, the term used...
Well on Saturday we farted and belched our way along to the garage in Ardgour to have the mannie take a look at the throttle linkage. I pootled along at about 25-30 miles an hour on perhaps 2 cylinders, fighting my way through gales and driving rain to drop the van off. I'd arranged earlier in the day to get a lift home from one of the ferrymen at the end of his shift. My goodness - what a rollercoaster that was. Not once did the speedo drop below 80 in his wee white van until we hit (almost literally) the Post Office here in the village. I had no idea up until that point that those white lines in the middle of the road are for FOLLOWING not for driving either side of as I'd been doing...jings (as Oor Wullie would once have said)
