The day wore on with the expectation rising with a phone call from the garage where my car was a quivering wreck! “All done”, was the remark! Within fifteen minutes skipping down the road I was at my Freelanders bedside! Holding its little hand(le) and praying all was well. “What was it? Had Kwik Fit fucked up, had they forgotten to tighten a bolt or a screw or a nut?” No, they had done nothing wrong! The inner wing on the front had detached itself and had been rubbing against me wheel when j turned right! What a dick!
Dec247h 