Wham, bam, thank you ma’am, 5 minutes and £25 is all it took to pass inspection. MOT inspection, that is. My banger is now road worthy. I must add, it’s just barely road worthy considering I used cheap labour and cheap parts to get it through inspection.
Not to worry, it’s now our spare vehicle. I recently bought a used Ford Galaxy with only 53,000 miles on the clock. The tax runs out on the Astra today, so I’ll park it on the drive and keep it around as the emergency vehicle when one or the other of our vehicles is being fixed or serviced. I only deal in used cars anyway, at least 10 years old. They don’t cost me much and generally I’ll run them until they fall apart and aren’t worth fixing.
I’ve only ever owned one new car in my life and the whole time I hated it. I hated paying that monthly car note. I sold it after a few months and went back to my trusty old bangers. I’m not one of these guys who equates their car with their penis or who is bothered about status. Old bangers, to me, have personality. And as Samuel L. Jackson said in Pulp Fiction: “personality goes a long way.”