Last week I took my car to get a warrant of fitness. My vehicle was failed, FAILED!, for the following reasons:
– My front left tyre, the one that had got a little bit flat, and that I couldn’t get any air in, had worn down to give a tread of 0mm, under the legally allowed limit.
– My front right headlight’s plastic cover was discoloured. This wasn’t quite enough to fail the headlight check, but the guy said that I should get some stainless steel polish and that would get rid of the discolouration.
– He also noted that he’d had trouble getting the car started, and that I might want to get my battery looked at.
Yeah, ok. Cheers mate.
There was a delay in getting a new tyre for my car. First it needed to be ordered in, then it didn’t. But it meant that for a week I couldn’t use my warantless car.
So I walked to the gym (it’s surprisingly not far), to the supermarket (hey, it’s just down the hill), to work (well, I do anyway), or I got the bus if I felt slack. I discovered that I have way more stamina that I’d previously thought. I walked to Ponsonby and back yesterday afternoon without feeling sore or tired.
I took to my headlight cover with a little Brasso and was amazed to see the murky yellow-brown plastic magically wipe away to be perfectly clear. Hey, maybe the WOF guy actually knew what he was talking about.
Then today I went to take my car back to the tyre place and discovered that my car wouldn’t start. Yeah, a couple of days of non-use had taken its toll on the battery. I called the battery guy and he gave me a jump start and told me to drive it around for about 20 minutes.
After I’d done that I finally made it to the tyre place. I left my car and (as per the tyre guy’s instructions) went for a walk because it was such a nice day. When I returned I discovered that they hadn’t been able to start my car, but they sold batteries too so I had to bought one too. Then finally I got the warrant of fitness.
And that, my friends, is where all my money went.