So i went to the showroom to pick up the new car, at which point they were still cleaning it, so to entertain myself i toddled off to the local lost office to tax it (hello mr. brown, hope you enjoy that little gift). Annoyingly, the berlingo was first registerd on 4th Jan 2001, so i had to pay the “Cars Registered before March 2001″ price, which was a whopping Â£185 cos it’s got a big engine in it.
The fact that it produces less emmissions doesn’t matter seemingly. Damn.
Anyhoo, i got back with the tax disc just as the lads at the garage finished hanging the air fresheners, did the whole “handshake” thing, got offered some half price tyres when the ones currently on it wore out (nice) and set off! Woo!
The bloke in charge pointed out the petrol station directly opposite the garage as there was bugger all in the tank, but i had a better idea, i knew tesco’s was just down the road so i decided to ignore the obvious and practical petrol station directly in view and headed off in search of cheapo fuel.
5 minutes later i was sat in rush hour traffic next to the reebok stadium, in completely the wrong lane to get to tesco’s, chanting “dontrunoutdontrunoutdontrunout” as i tried to get round yet another roundabout using no engine power at all.
Amazingly, despite all my wrong turns i would still have made it…had i not made ANOTHER wrong turn and driven into bolton wanderers car park. D’oh!
I was halfway to the exit, still chanting “dontrunoutdontrunoutdontrunout” as the car started it’s death throws. A few
Buhh, bup bup bup, buhh bu…’s
later and i was coasting to a halt, with many dashboard lights flashing at me impatiently (including one saying “airbag” which was a bit scary, as it suddently struck me that this might be some sort of “warning, airbag about to deploy” message…it wasn’t, however, but i imagine i looked a bit daft, braced for impact as i rolled slowly to a stop).
Several walks and one confused girl at the counter in the petrol station later, I had bought a emergency petrol can, filled it, stuck it in the car and then filled the car too. Though my lovely new car now smells of air freshener and petrol, damn.
I only stalled it once on the way home (i was sure i’d put it in first, but obviously not) and managed to find a place to park it right outside my house for once, woo! It drives suprisingly nicely for what is essentially a van with windows (and seats) and my only issue with it right now is that the front door locks are fiddly – much key waggling is required for anything to happen. Still, it’s got a warrantee, so i might nip back up at the weekend and get the garage to look at it, if i can find time between working out bike layouts in the cavernous boot