The wheels on my car go round and round ….. Or they did until recently.
On a night out in which I was the designated driver I was on my way to pick up the other ladies when a house for sale sign came out of nowhere and I ran it over…. No word of a lie that big bugger came from nowhere.. However I fear the 3 cars in front of me also didn’t see it as they ran it over too.
So on getting to my pick up point a few minutes later I hoped out and checked the car over but all seemed ok. I repeatedly did this throughout the night from pick up’s to drop offs and on my final return journey home I breathed a sigh of relief that the misadventure with the random for sale sign had left me and my car unscathed.
But the driving gods were obviously not as happy about my crappy avoidance techniques as first thought as when I went out to the car in the morning I discovered this:
So with a pelvis like a 90 year old and the ability of a 4 year old I was stumped, in fact so stumped we left my car on the drive and buried our heads in the sand until later that day.
I have always had breakdown cover and only ever had one other call out … when my radiator exploded in Adsa car park .. but that’s a whole other story for another time. Not only that but not being able to undo the nut holding the spare to the car from the inside of my boot pretty much renderered me incapable much to me deflated egos disgust
But needs must and all that and so 35 minutes after calling the rescue team in the form of the AA they arrived and rescued me all without laughing.
Although I am sure I saw Ollie smirk when I told him what I had hit … but I can assure you he was not smirking quite so much when I appeared with the bill from the tyre centre.
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