Monday, May 09, 2011

I have had a weekend to cool off about my car so now I will start all over again.

Now where was I?

Why is there so much stuff under my hood?

Of all the cars I have ever owned this one fairly bristles with pipes and wires and bottles and things.

I am convinced that once upon a time back in the factory where it came from a little engineer scuttled up behind the management and tugged on their coat tails. Upon turning round the engineer said

"Please sir, just come and take a look at how much stuff I got under this hood!" Sure enough the management said in return to this engineer that

"There is so much crammed in here! Just how did you get it all to fit? In fact if there were an award for cramming the most amount of stuff under a hood this would win by a country mile (well kilometre - it is a European car)!"

I imagine that there would have been a slight sucking of teeth from the management as they asked
"...And all this stuff? It is actually necessary for the car isn't it?"

"Well of course" replied the delighted engineer "Without out it I would not need to shoe horn it all in DUH!"

And so there it is on my drive with a hood filled with so much stuff that a simple manoeuvre, like say changing a headlamp is rendered almost, but not quite totally impossible. The shop that sold me the bulbs described the car as and I quote
"A bit of a mission!". You need the hands of a small child to get in amongst all the stuff and snake your arm into position. My small children are now unfortunately not so small.


Rant over. For now.

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