My car continues to behave like a rogue sound-effects machine plundered from the set of a war film. There are creaks, bangs, scrapes, whistles and groans, and those are just coming from me. I'm not particularly knowledgeable when it comes to cars, as you know, but it sounds to me like there's something wrong with the suspension, and the gearbox, and at least three of the four wheels. My intention is to just keep on driving the bloody thing and hope it either rights itself or gives up and falls apart, so I don't have to think about it anymore. I've convinced myself that I can bike to work every day if needed, and there's far less chance of icy roads in the mornings now we're hitting the end of March, so maybe I can forget about using a car until October at least? The boys will be fine joining me if we need to take them anywhere - Mathew can balance on the crossbar, and I can wear one of those strap things that trendy men wrap their babies in so they can take them with them to Starbucks. Rian will love being in one of those as I pedal through the countryside.
That's what I'm telling myself anyway. Anything to avoid having to spend yet more money on a piece of machinery that I don't even enjoy operating.
RC 28-3-23
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