It had to happen eventually. There have been some reliability issues surrounding my little red motor car of late. Despite a faultless journey from Kent to Somerset and back via Dorset the other week, a day out to a model railway get-together in Buckinghamshire proved too much.
Essentially, despite precautions, l’Atomo did a boiling kettle impression on the M25 near Godstone. He had to be hauled home rather ignominiously on the back of a lorry. Currently, he sits, looking rather forlorn, on our drive. I don’t want to try and drive him again, for fear of repeating the damage that cost me so much a few years back, so I will have to call a mechanic who can visit here—hopefully to give an honest opinion about the likelihood of repairs.
Ironically, we had planned a replacement car purchase later in the year. Whether l’Atomo can be fixed or not, he’s due for retirement. The latest escapade has kind of forced our hand, so today I have been trawling the various sales sites for likely vehicles. In an odd kind of way, I quite enjoy car shopping. Let’s just hope we can find a good, reliable, comfortable successor to My First Fiat™.