Gone

My car has died. 🙁

The cost of replacing the part plus labour outweighs what I paid for it and its true value.

My need for a car is urgent; what we call public transport does not come anywhere close to servicing my requirements, it also fails to get Sophie around satisfactorily.

It’s too easy to sit back and say ‘I blame Thatcher’ (which I do, because it was her and Tebbo who privatised the buses and sold off the trains, two disastrous courses of action which have brought the country to the point where only the well-heeled routes, the most favoured transits are serviced and even on those the punters are held to ransom whilst extortionate fees are extracted from their pockets for what is, frankly, a mediocre service). Too easy to blame Thatcher, as I said, because I also blame Beeching.

Given the general collapsing state of the economy it seems sensible to make a simple choice.

I can either:

* Toddle along to the auction, and take my chances or
* Toddle along to a main dealership, make it clear that I’m a cash buyer and try and beat them down.

The interwebs tell me there’s a dealership 10 miles away with a car on their forecourt that interests me. It’s the right make, model, fuel-type, age, engine size and – unbelievably – the first two letters of its registration are my initials!

Hmm…

The thing that’s making the choice easy is that next Tuesday’s list at the auction house is pretty manky.

Apart from the Merc. 🙂