When I bought the car it had passed the last 3 MOTs with minor faults like the fog light being out etc. So when the MOT came around this time, it was going to go one of two ways. Either a clear run with minimal problems, or everything will go wrong.
Judging by the run of luck so far it went the latter!
Now where do I start...?
- New front shock absorbers both sides
- Brake pipes front and rear
- New brake pads needed on the rear
- Headlights needed aligning
- Rear lights the bulbs had worn so needed replacing
Normally that would be a straight forward task... Oh no, not for my so called "ultimate" driving machine.
Booked her in, and dropped her off.
Got a call saying that the shocks had been sent, but were the wrong ones and that the right ones were £50 more a corner. Not the best of starts by a long way.
They then said they would struggle to get them that day due to it being a Saturday.
An hour later I get a call saying they are on their way to the garage.
What a relief!!
4 O'clock comes and the phone rings. The garage are sounding a little down.... the suppliers had sent the wrong shocks again, this time sending rear ones and not the front ones! GREAT! So it won't be ready after all. The garage were very apologetic to be fair to them, and it was the first time the suppliers had messed up.
So Sunday passes car-less, and Monday arrives. The day the car will be ready. . . .
I called the garage to make sure everything was "cushtie", all ok so far, they will let me know when the correct shocks arrive and can be fitted. At this point the garage has my car on the only wheel-less ramp and other work is piling up.
Later at 3pm the phone goes to say the socks are there, have been triple checked and are ok!
Hurray! I'm happy again, the car will be back that day and everything's back to normal complete with a new shiny MOT.
4pm. Phone rings. The garage is on the other end sounding rather cheesed. They have fitted the shocks; however upon re-fitting the brake pipes the flexi-hose has threaded itself due to age. This being at 4pm means there is slim to none chance of getting a new flexi-hose by the end of the day. At this point I'm writing the ad to put the damn thing on auto-trader! I'm promised it will be Tuesday now.
Tuesday comes and lunch time I get a call saying it's all ready!
What a fiasco!
