Caution! Worse english! Watch out!The week before christmas
Much much Snow in Germany.
When I'd drove backwards, I'd pushed into a big snowhill.
The result was, the exhaust was hanging down on the ground.
I couldn't fix it again, so I had to drive to the garage/repair shop.
The exhaust on the ground, there where many nice people who tried to tell me that ...
"I know, I'm driving to the garage!"
31th of December, "Sylvester".
Fireworks, there was mist, very thick mist. We had to watch some at TV.
Monday: Starting my car, didn't sound well, but I went to the supermarket.
When I wanted to drive home, my car didn't start, for a moments I thought now it will.
Allright, the garage/repair shop was just a 5 minutes walk away.
The mechaninc guy looked at it tried to start it, it worked, but there was something wit a cylinder head.
I drove my car to the garage.
"Marderschaden", damaged by a little critter, a marten.
I don't know if you've got this problem also. but these little predators likes to bite into all cables of the motor.
And this one had the german thoroughness.
The next day I had my car back.
You see, we had snow, much snow here, and the small way up the hill to get home was icey, it was impossible, slippery, I blocked the way with my car. I'd run home took the rest of the cat litter. So I hoped to get my car free.
Short success. And I hadn't enough cat litter, hm wait, there was a lot of it in the garbage can, from yesterday when I cleaned the cat trays.
An old bucket was easy to find and with my pure fingers I'd grab into the used cat litter and...
The poo was removed earlier, by the way.
However, it didn't help
I had to park my car at the street.
Next day, shopping at the supermarket, and parked again at the street. Next day, during the driving the motor stopped. there was a parking space, the car rolled with last swing into it.
Trying to start again, nothing, absolute nothing.
Dead...
The garage, - directly on the other side of the street.
The mechanic guy tried to start the car, nothing...dead.
So we pushed it across the street.
At the afternoon I made a phone call, there was nothing, the car did functioned well, even the mechanic guy was surprised.
It seemed my car was homesick for the garage.
I don't know if I can trust my car from now on again.
The year is young, my car is old, "born" 1995.