My name's Noel and i'm an Audiholic. It has been one day since my last purchase.
I couldn't help it. I was trying to find a radiator for my 16v and ended up in a small scrappie. There sat a por wee 1.8 B3 80. Not the right radiator but couldn't see much wrong with it
"what's wrong with it?" says I
"not much" said the chap. "just the alternator as far as I can tell. The guy got fed up and went out and bought a new car, took the private reg and got us to pick it up"
"What you going to do with it?" I asked
"Crush it" he replied.
"grpftgrooobleugghh" I said. "What kind of money you want for it whole?"
"tuppence" (ish)
"Let me ask the missus" I finished with
So I went home and explained the plight of the orphan 80 to my ever patient wife who gave me 'the brows'. Quick discussion later (the usual promises from me, the usual resignation from her) and I called the bloke back to tell him to hang on there.
So I fastened my cape about my shoulders and dropped in after work yesterday. Got a jump start (purrs nicely) and toodled off round teh corner.. where I ran out of petrol. Couple of litres of BP's finest and another jump and I was off again. So here she sits upon my driveway, waiting for a day of attention. The wife has pointed out that I have 2 broken S2s down the road to finish and I need to get the radiator and downpipe onto the 16v but I see it as a variety of challenges to keep me busy.
So anyway.. I'm 1 step away from seeking professional help. I mean a head doctor by the way, not a mechanic. Does anyone else suffer from a similar affliction?
I couldn't help it. I was trying to find a radiator for my 16v and ended up in a small scrappie. There sat a por wee 1.8 B3 80. Not the right radiator but couldn't see much wrong with it
"what's wrong with it?" says I
"not much" said the chap. "just the alternator as far as I can tell. The guy got fed up and went out and bought a new car, took the private reg and got us to pick it up"
"What you going to do with it?" I asked
"Crush it" he replied.
"grpftgrooobleugghh" I said. "What kind of money you want for it whole?"
"tuppence" (ish)
"Let me ask the missus" I finished with
So I went home and explained the plight of the orphan 80 to my ever patient wife who gave me 'the brows'. Quick discussion later (the usual promises from me, the usual resignation from her) and I called the bloke back to tell him to hang on there.
So I fastened my cape about my shoulders and dropped in after work yesterday. Got a jump start (purrs nicely) and toodled off round teh corner.. where I ran out of petrol. Couple of litres of BP's finest and another jump and I was off again. So here she sits upon my driveway, waiting for a day of attention. The wife has pointed out that I have 2 broken S2s down the road to finish and I need to get the radiator and downpipe onto the 16v but I see it as a variety of challenges to keep me busy.
So anyway.. I'm 1 step away from seeking professional help. I mean a head doctor by the way, not a mechanic. Does anyone else suffer from a similar affliction?
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