A few weeks ago, I was having a quiet pint with Sheriff and he mentioned in passing that my NCT sticker thingy was nearly out of date.
Now sheriff couldn’t give a damn about such mundane matters but he warned me that the Law outside his patch might not be so broad minded. Leastwise, I waited for a letter informing me that my Car Test was imminent, but the fuckers never wrote. Another nice little scam – they hoped I wouldn’t notice so they could slap a large fine on me.
I booked a test anyhow and the appointed day is today.
The last time I did the NCT they tried to refuse to test the car on the basis that there were a few dog hairs on the passenger seat. Fur fuck’s sake! The tester was a foreigner and a lot shorter than me so I threatened him, and he backed down and agreed to do the test. Later he tried to fail me again on the grounds that I hadn’t removed the hub-caps and that he didn’t have the specialised tool for the job. I used my specialised tool [my boot] to remove the caps and once again he was forced to back down.
This NCT lark is just another of the money making scams the gubmint of the day has dreamt up. They sting you for fifty yoyos and then do their damnedest to fail you so they can sting you some more for a retest. According to Spanner, they will try to fail you if you have anything in the boot of the car. He also said that they will bitch if the seat belts on the back seat aren’t neatly clipped together. Apparently from next year they are going to put an age limit on tyres so that even if the tyres are in pristine condition, they will fail because they are old. Wankers.
I am heading off shortly. I am confident that the car will pass. There aren’t as many dog hairs. The seatbelts are all clipped neatly together. The boot however is not empty.
My baseball bat is in there.
I am quietly confident.