What’s the point of the rear window having heating and defrosts in 30 seconds yet the windscreen takes a year.
Nobody looks out the back. Plus being a city boy I am not used to this malarkey.
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What’s the point of the rear window having heating and defrosts in 30 seconds yet the windscreen takes a year.
Nobody looks out the back. Plus being a city boy I am not used to this malarkey.
Such trivial problems :-)
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LOL! I don't live in the north, p. I live on a nice quiet cul-de-sac full of nice, respectable old people that no-one ever comes down. I can also see my car on the drive from where I'm eating breakfast, so it would require a remarkably adept car thief to achieve this feat.
And what of the appalling and profligate waste of fuel and the needless pollution of the atmosphere just because you want to step into a warm car? * You are single-handedly responsible for the impending climate catastrophe!
BTW, thieves don't tend to saunter up to the car and give you a little wave before making themselves comfortable, strapping themselves in and cautiously exiting your driveway b. They tend to be sickeningly quick at what they do, rather like weasels.
* may do the same thing myself.
What of it?
And, because I don't live in some shíthole like London or the north, I'm prepared to take the risk that there aren't hordes of opportunistic car thieves prowling the streets at 6.30 on a freezing weekday morning. Call me a devil-may-care renegade, but there we are.
Cars outgrew most garages years ago. I saw a Triumph Herald the other day - a car my dad had when I was a kid (and also a tiny Austin something on the same walk). About half the size of today's 'mini', but would actually fit into a standard metroland single garage, unlike the monsters today.
Ex BiL. Irish won. Lovely man. Taught me to play football and to drum.
Lifelong navvy and drunk. The classic Irishman in UK scenario in the 70s - would work on the building site all week, collect his wages on Friday afternoon, exchange the whole lot for Guinness and stagger home to piss in the wardrobe. wd Sons of eireann. wd jb.
Everyone loved him, natch. Even my sister.
Oh I don't suppose it's your fault, b.
The drink, the fags, the general squalor, I suppose. He had various ailments and eventually the pneumonia took him, I think.
When I was a kid we'd go and watch him play drums in Johnny Barrett's band. Now there was a bloke who could sing! Johnny Barrett... I must check if he's on Spotify.