There is one aspect I hate about this time of year.
The annual car test.
The test itself is tolerable enough. It’s the fucking prelude that bugs me.
Last year they passed the car straight off but they told me that two of the tyres barely scraped through and that I had to get them replaced immediately. Needless to say, I didn’t bother my arse and have been driving around on tyres that are perfectly good, but fail to meet some fucking EU standard or something. However, my test is due in a couple of weeks so I thought I had better get the tyres replaced.
I found a grand spot near Skobieville that does tyres at a grand price and I am just back from there. The only problem was that I don’t speak Arabic, so conversation with the boss there was somewhat strained. To make things more complicated, the boss spoke Arabic and a smattering of English but the bloke who was doing the actual job was Dutch, so most of the transactions were done with a lot of pointing, miming and arm waving. Anyhows they did the job in quick time, and balanced all four tyres into the bargain. They did a great job and luckily I had some spare cash on me as they didn’t accept any other form of payment. I imagine that’s why their prices were so reasonable!
So that’s done.
Now all I have to do is clean out the inside of the car [full of dog hairs], wash the outside and get Spanner to do his annual on it. There is some gunk that he puts in the petrol to foil the emissions tests so that has to be left as near to D-Day as possible. He also has to check out why my battery is always fucking flat.
All that, and still no guarantee that the car will pass the test.
I hate that car test.