VAG quality: check engine
RIP…
VAG quality: check engine
RIP…
Off to the great scrapheap in the sky she goes.
Sadly, it didn’t get a viking funeral. I did ask some local farmers if I could use their field for that but they thought it might end up scaring their sheep.
Alas, it had to go. My step-dad and I never got round to getting the rocker cover off and seeing if the engine could be fixed, and to be honest, a lot more was wrong with it by now.
None of that, however, would compare to what happened when we tried to get it onto the trailer. As it was being turned around, the horn started going off every time we turned the steering wheel.
It knew it was going to die. I almost had to turn away.
Sadly, sentiment and unexplainable feelings for four wheeled objects can’t hide the fact that this plucky little city car was well and truly dead. So sad to see it go, but it’s the fate of most first cars anyway. I could get sappy about all the memories I have about this car, but I’ll leave that to myself.
Goodbye Arousa. You pulled hard.
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