Bit of a Herbie Moment
I'd like it known that I have a survived a horrible, firey accident, with just a ruptured achilles tendon. I would like that, but the actual reality is rather different:
- Discover high-tech device that secures the wastegate actuator (a paperclip) has failed.
- Fit new paperclip, take car for furious 20 mile test drive.
- Park car outside house, apply handbrake, exit car.
- Mrs B notices car is rolling down the road on a Herbie-style adventure.
- I set off in pursuit, somehow ending up in collision with ground. Ankle no longer functions, pain.
- Car collides with neighbour's Astra, smashing rear light cluster.
- Neighbour upset (same bloke who's fence I damaged with Mr's B B'ingo last year), but his car undamaged.
- Go to A&E department at 11pm, leave at 3:30am with leg in plaster.
What happened with the handbrake? I suspect as the blazing hot rear discs cooled, it became ineffective. There's no chance of me investigating anytime soon though.
I'm on crutches for 8 weeks now, so that's the end of my car shenanigans for some time. I can work from home so I won't be completely bored, and of course I will save on petrol. I'm trying to stay up-beat and treat this as another chapter in the rich adventure of life, where I will discover new strengths and talents that have remained latent so far. However, when I'm going up and down the stairs on my arse like a 2-year-old, it seems more like an insight into my life in 30 years time.
This is because of what I said about Tenby, isn't it? They must have switched to voodoo, following the failure of their elite bovine assasins.