Wednesday, April 17, 2013

The car broke down

Well, we knew we had an old car.
We knew it would stop sometime.

But ofcourse it stopped right at the most inconvenient moment: on our way to hospital.

Luckily the appointment was just a check of his ear, so nothing urgent or special. But still.

When we drove away from home I heard an unknown sound.
My intuition, not knowledge of cars, told me it was not OK.
When we went up the bridge, I said I didn't want to go to Germany for groceries, as we planned to do after the visit to the hospital.

On top of the bridge we heard an even stranger sound and decided to go into a small road between two factories.
He said he saw blue smoke, I didn't see it, but I felt worried.
When teh car stopped I stepped out and took our coats from the backseat. Passport safe. Phew.

No need to get the fire extinguisher out of the car.
There was no smoke.

We parked it in a decent way and I went home and he went to the hospital for the check-up.

Later he called my son and they both fetched the car after checking what was wrong.
As I thought, one of the bands was torn up completely.
It might have caused a fire, but didn't, because we stopped in time.

Now we don't have a car anymore, because it's not worth fixing it.
It means no transport, no cheap groceries.


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