My poor car managed to ferry me to work and back for a week despite an increasingly sickly diff. I was aiming for breakfast this morning with Nikki & family. As I pulled away from a set of lights there was a noise. Well, more a succession of noises. If you imagine putting grit and metal into a blender and a mangle simultaneously, and then simultaneously taking a scaffolding pole and hitting an old metal rubbish bin every 10 seconds or so then you’ve pretty much got the sound that the diff is now making.
I limped home at about 10-15 miles an hour. Thankfully, early on a Sunday’s not a bad time to crawl slowly down even fairly major roads.
Also, fortunately, it was this side of the stretch of motorway between ours and Nikki’s house.
So, we are currently without a car. I’ve got the parts to fix Chester (but I need some sealant and some not sleep deprived time). The bits to fix Rebecca are a bit more of a problem. I’m just waiting to hear if it’s still under warranty – milage wise we should be fine, but most recon parts don’t have a warranty of more than 6 months :(
We’ll find out…
