Luke Sheldrick’s Blog

So as you may have previously read, I managed to blow the engine up on my Puma. I am borrowing my boss’s Mitsubish Delica (for those of you that don’t know what this is, it is a 2.8 Litre, Turbo Diesel, 8 Seater, Monster truck style. Anyways, picked up a new engine for the car, from a friend in the trade, and stuck it in the boot. Didn’t even notice any degregation in performance, I was impressed.

Then hooked up my car (with my pal Dom stering) to the Delica, and started to tow it all to the garage. Didn’t even notice the Puma was attached, the Delica is a pure monster, and apparently Dom had the hand break on for the first ten minutes.

Anyways half way there, some tw*t pulls out of a road, so I had to slam on the breaks to avoid hitting him, unfortunately, the Puma went straight in the back of the Delica. Did no damage at all to it, but smashed my light cluster on the Puma, which are about £150 secondhand to replace. What a nice expense huh.

The guy drove straight off to. How pleasant huh.

Hopefully when I get the car back, it’ll be good kitty for a while.

Oh dear, drove back from my work do in Hull last week (500 miles round trip), and noticed the engine had got really tappy, so got some tappit magic liquid stuff to see if it would fix it. It didn’t, and tonight the engine blew… ops..

So I was at work this Thursday, a firewall had died in our centre in Reading. So I had to drive a replacement up there, a mean feat when you was looking forward to a quite night at work.

Well got there pretty painlessly, the TomTom took me to the wrong place as usual. Changed the firewall and started to head home.

On the M4, and the petrol light comes on, so thought I’d best get some petrol. The TomTom has a function to take you to POI (point of interest) so I told it to take me to the nearest Petrol Garage. Off the M4 it took me, and down some country lane, and bit further, then said we had arrived. Well there was no guarage to be seen, so I asked someone walking down the road if there was a guarage near… she said that it was about 5 miles away at this point the car died .

Oh no I thought, so parked the car up, however whilst pushing it had a mind of it’s own, and catapulted back, smooching the drivers door too far open, and giving it a delightful dent. Great night huh.

The nice lady after a bit of um’ing and r’ing offered me a lift to the station, but said I would have to drive her car as she had drunk a couple of Gin and Tonic’s before heading out. After working out that it was a diesel with turbo lag, and that the breaks were super sensitive compared to mine, got to the Tesco and filled up.

Got back to my car, and said our goodbyes. I totally forgot my manors, and didn’t offer my details or anything for her trouble. Feeling slightly guilty now though.

So if the nice lady is reading, get in contact!

Just to say, even after the sh*t events, my faith in nice people is restored