Of note, this last week, two things have raised their shiny little heads. One endeared me to the PanzerWagon, the other distanced me again.
It was a hot day this last Thursday and my folks had become embroiled in some sort of running race. With a head full of support the PanzerWagon was given the job of transporting myself and The Charity Worker to The Halfway in Box. As I climbed in and set the ventilation system to open and indeed cold I found that the electric windows had failed. Trying the sunroof (it's still not fixed, but it does at least make a noise) taught me that it must be part of the same circuit. A blown fuse I thought. We'll just have to sweat it I thought. Suffice to say we did.
Anyway, the race was run, Mum had a little happy cry and all was emotional. Upon climbing back in the PanzerWagon I had tried the window's for the 19th time (I like to make sure) and low, behold they worked. Irritating, yes, but also endearing. Sort of in the same way an Italian car/bike makes you feel. Sort of Damn! but arrr....
Now for that other thing. I was in a rush, it had rained and I was heading down a curved slip-road onto the M5. Suddenly the techni-colour view of the world from my seat of driving seemed to shift to the right.
Curious I thought.
Then, Woop!
The backend had stepped out. At 70mph. No warning, no feel. Through a small amount of beginners luck and a lot of experience of near missis on motorbikes I was able to apply the correct amount of, er, correction. The front wheels, once pointing in the right direction were able to pull the back end out of its little adventure. I wonder what would have happened had I been in a rear wheel drive car? Pissed me off, that did. Feel is absolutely coupled to safety.
Could that be rule No. 2?
Transmission Ends...
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