MOT Celebrations
Every year in the UK you have to take your car for a test to make sure that it is still roadworthy, has a wheel at each corner etc etc. These have always been traumatic for me, ever since I had that Mini where you could see the road through the floor. Each year I'd spend a big chunk of my winter holidays replacing brake pipes, repairing bodywork, setting fire to suspension components with a petrol blowlamp etc etc. Only to find that the darned thing needed even more welding.
I finally gave up when I was told that the entire rear end of the car was only held together by rust and the petrol tank. So I gave it it's final drive to the scrap yard and caught the bus home. Funny, but I never had any problem with the engine itself, just the entire car fitted round it.
Anyhoo, today I had to take the big car for its MOT test. The big car is much newer than my old Mini (although it is catching up) but it is still a scary time. Particularly as new parts cost a fortune these days and I've given up doing the repairs myself (you need too many special tools). I still buy the manuals though, so I can kid myself that I could mend it if I wanted. But the good news is that it passed the test, much to my relief.