Posts Tagged ‘car’

At last, new wheels!

Well, it’s only taken several weeks (!!) but I’ve finally got a new set of wheels… and they even come with an engine and seats and other car-like things!

Amelia the Citroen Picasso - 9 May 2009

Amelia the Citroen Picasso - 9 May 2009

Amelia (named thanks to her number plate) is a Citroen Picasso, not my initial choice but the car’s had rave reviews and I’m anticipating some good miles to the gallon. She’s very spacious and the dogs fit comfortably in the boot with plenty of room to spare. I’m going to invest in a full height dog guard, then I can put the back seats down and use the floor space to cart the pigs’ veggies, bales of straw etc.

There’s no tow bar yet, but that’s being fitted next week. I’ve noticed a couple of things that the garage were meant to have sorted, so I’ll be going back tomorrow to get them fixed, but the miles I’ve done so far have gone really well. She’s very comfortable to drive, very smooth and quiet. She invites you to sit back and enjoy the ride, which I certainly intend to!

Hurrah for having new wheels!

Now I’ve just got to talk my insurance company into paying me the true value of my Suzuki, not the paltry 50% they are currently offering me!

Words simply are not enough…

… to describe how I’m feeling at the moment.

On Thursday, I left the farm and drove back to the house, leaving the dogs with an assortment of chews to entertain themselves while B and I walked into Cardiff, where we met up with Jennie and her boys for a few hours of meandering round the shops, drinking coffee, eating cake and generally enjoying ourselves.

I upgraded my phone, got a better contract, bought a book on vegetable gardening with a book token I was given at Christmas, bought B’s borthday present, and treated myself to some new games and some accessories for my Nintendo DS. All in all, it was a lovely day and I was mentally writing a blog post on the subject when B and I arrived back at the house.

Only to discover that someone had driven into the back of my car!

Apparently some idiot was speeding down the street and overtook a van. He claims that some kids ran out in front of him so he braked and swerved, crashing into one car that was parked behind mine. I assume he then span round and careered into the back of mine.

It’s a 4×4 so is higher than your average car and I’m sure you’ll understand what I mean when I say the back door has been pushed in (my insurance company struggled to grasp what I meant and kept talking about the “boot” – but more on them later) and the window exploded everywhere. The vehicle also moved forward about a car’s length, maybe more, which is quite amazing considering how damn good that handbrake is.

The police were called, statements were taken, and everything was cleared up by the time we got home.

What a lovely surprise that was!

I’ll have to do another post about my insurance company and how utterly useless they are as I don’t want to think about such things at this hour of the morning.

Let’s just say that come renewal day, I’m switching, even if I have to pay more elsewhere.

As for the car, it looked quite positive as there didn’t seem to be much damage, but the garage rang me last night to say that the floor has also been damage and is buckled and the estimate for repairs is three thousand pounds…!

So, I may or may not get the car back, depending on whether the insurance company decide that the cost of repairing the vehicle is less than they’ll have to pay me if it’s written off.

I know I shouldn’t, but I keep mulling over the What Ifs.

What If … I’d looked up at the blue sky on Thursday morning and rung B and Jennie to cancel, opting to enjoy the sunny country outdoors instead?

What If … I’d parked somewhere else? A taxi was parked outside my front door. I’d I’d parked in front of him instead of behind the other car, mine would have been fine.

What If … What If … What If …

It really doesn’t help.

I’ve got the driver’s phone number. Boy, am I having to resist ringing him up with every moral fibre in my being.



Last night, some [insert word(s) of choice here] smashed my car window. Nothing was stolen, thankfully, as I had been particularly stupid and left my wallet out on display having just chucked it in the car when I filled up with diesel yesterday morning.

So, not a theft-attempt and probably not deliberate vandalism as there were two holes in the window, one in each corner at the bottom. The whole thing was held together by thin air and fell apart not long after we spotted it.

If we’ve guessed correctly, it seems as though some drunken idiots were having a brawl and someone was pushed and caught themselves by falling into my window.

All I can say is that I hope they needed stitches.

Luckily, it didn’t rain overnight and although my drive to the farm was very chilly, it was at least chilly and dry!

In total contrast to the mindless behaviour of some individuals, the guy who owns the garage I went to was lovely. He said that he could replace the glass for me but I’d be better off going to the glaziers on the trading estate. He’d get the glass from them anyway but if I went to them myself, I’d get charged for the glass and fitting what he’s charge for the glass alone… How wonderful is that?

Unfortunately, my luck didn’t hold out. At first they said that the earliest they could do anything was Monday but I begged and pleaded and I am to present my car at 11am tomorrow. Trouble is, their suppliers don’t have the exact glass I need but they’ve ordered the closest possible and it’s just a case of keeping my fingers crossed that it fits.

If not, it will be the much more expensive option of going to a dealership.

Fuming does not come close to describing how I feel right now but I am trying to stay positive.

…nothing was stolen … it did not rain … nothing was stolen …

Update @ 12.38pm:
The mechanic from the glaziers just rang: because they’re not sure if the glass will fit, he’s coming over to see for himself so he knows whether or not they should cancel the order, etc! Ups and downs, my friends, ups and downs.

Update 2 @ 2.40pm:
The mechanic arrived within fifteen minutes of his phone call and will not only go back to change the order (the woman I spoke to was treating it as a car but it’s really a van. It seems she should have known this from my reference to it as a “commercial 4×4”.) but will order the cheaper glass not the more expensive version that she ordered. And I am to report at the glaziers’ tomorrow morning at half past time and he will fit the window for me “in about half an hour, three quarters at the tops”. My faith in humanity has been 100% restored.