Got my Mojo back

Phew! Nice to drive a car with fully working brakes again...

No Cougar

No Cougar?

The brake pipe is in a difficult to access location i.e. somewhere in the car that's not quite under the bonnet so no car today. Other cars and methods of transport are however available but it looks like there will be no Cougar progress until later tomorrow.

Catastrophic failure

Catastrophic brake failure. No fluid left in the reservoir. Driving without brakes is an interesting and engaging experience and one that nobody should have to suffer for too long. I've since topped up the brake fluid and there is of course air and now a little pressure in the system, for the mean time. The car goes to the shop on Tuesday.

Just before the brakes died it had a pressure wash and a valet on Friday, shame it's not really up to being driven.

Car wash £4.85

I've been both busy and lazy recently, busy getting married (on Saturday 15th May) and lazy about doing anything at all to the Cougar other than using it as a willing workhorse. For the past few weeks I've been shopping, collecting, delivering and being a taxi for the big event. Now it's over and an almost as large clear up is underway and I suspect a new season of de-clutter. The de-clutter exercise may generate many more miles of the same. Life with all it's contradictory simplicity and complexity goes on on. Wouldn't have it any other way.

Today, between various utility runs I made it to a car wash for the first time in months.

More things

Not a real test of the Cougar's boot space but a useful illustration of bizarre cargo carried in this large and leaky space - £28.50 worth of Milky Bar Moments, don't ask me why.

Speaking of leaks the current sump situation is starting to look increasingly dodgy and I suspect that surgery will be required shortly. Currently domestic priorities dictate the pace and order of things so the Gulf of Mexico sized hemorrhage will remain untreated for a few days anyway, as will the forward facing slicks (that shouldn't be quite so slick).

Drips

And it lights up at night.

Finding oily, dripping patches in places where you regularly park your car can be quite disconcerting, it also starts a train of niggling thoughts and notions that leads to full blown worry. Worry leads to sleepless nights, overeating, blaming others and ultimately bad driving habits as your concentration is blown. So what of the drips? Well I could of course look and see if there are any obvious spillages from other vehicles, run a finger under mine and see what's what or just ignore it altogether and rake over the stained chippings. All of these are decent enough things to do - a better idea would be to get on with the now overdue service and so allow my mind to return to it's normal peaceful pastures. Common sense needs to prevail and will...in a few weeks.

Rabbit Hutch

Today I have a rabbit hutch in the back of the car. Delivery tomorrow.

Ford Alien

I was following this little Ka the other day and have decided that it's arse looks remarkably like an alien head (a grey except for the fact that it's electric green). Some Ford conspiracy, a designer's joke or my over active and (on this occasion) tired imagination?

For anyone geeky enough to be interested: The above photo was taken using my remote "turn button" reverse camera device discretely mounted on the cars front grill - ideal for all general purpose surveillance work, as used by all the world's finest secret and not so secret police forces.
To purchase one or to get more information click...somewhere but not here.