This isn’t actually a picture of my exhaust, but all rusted up, it could’ve been, had I’d been able to crawl under the car to take the photo.
It was my neighbour who asked me how long my exhaust had sounded like that. Sounded like what? I’d not noticed anything amiss driving around with the radio on & my windows closed.
As I do a fair amount of driving to clients & meetings & on the motorway too, I wanted to get it fixed sooner rather than later. Well, the best laid plans were disrupted by snow, then I was panicking that driving over all the drifts would catch & pull it off. So at the first opportunity today, I took it to the dealer. He asked whether I was sitting down when he phoned a short while later. Three replacement parts were required! I had no choice, the work needed doing, so I gave my authorisation.
It’s a reliable car, but old, so bits are going to need fixing, just so long as it’s still cheaper to run than buying a newer one. I’d love a new car, but it’s an extravagence at the moment & at least with this one, I don’t worry too much when a wet & dirty labrador clambers inside it. One look inside & anyone can see it’s a dog lovers car. I remember only too well my first husband’s constant anxiety about his cars. Always wittling about scratches & damage, dust & dirt, complaining when I scuffed the wheels by parking too close to the kerb. I guess it’s all about priorities & to me a car is a box on wheels to get me from A to B with the least amount of fuss 🙂