The story continues. More musings from a returning expat Yorkshireman.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
I knew there was a problem
We needed to get the headlamps changed on the Golf, get an MOT for it, as well as report an annoying noise from one of the wheels.
Sytner Harrogate VW just outside Knaresborough is very grand, very smart, all chrome and glass, full of lots of expensive cars. The sort of place an old scruff like me feels uncomfortable walking into (I keep telling you - Ed).
The showrooms and workshops were cleaner and smarter than our house and the staff are exemplary, friendly, knowledgeable and smart.
Anyway, after a few hours they phoned and reported some minor problems which needed fixing which was good and reported that the rear nearside wheel was hanging on with only one bolt.
WTF? Jan had driven the car from France like that, despite me reporting the same noise to a dealership in Nimes. The foreman was however quite reassuring because he said that we'd have spotted the problem as the wheel sailed passed us one day on the highway.
I did see the funny side.
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Blimey, that was scary. Poor Jan.. does she suspect that perhaps you were involved in the set up?
ReplyDeleteNah, at least I don't think so.
ReplyDeleteHave recorded this in my little black book. It's getting very full.
ReplyDeleteBut does he know about the arsenic in the spaghetti?