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Apr. 20th, 2009 10:41 pm'kay; Monday AND Tuesday, full days in Cov covering seminars. This means I have to put off the Dell and C6's windscreen repairs for ages, basically. I'm having thoughts about the chip on the C6 windscreen - it's VERY minor and I hear the repair involves drilling and filling - it's not that severe.
However.
I nearly got a rather more severe chip "on the windscreen" of the rental Transit, it seems.
Friday I dashed up to Hawick (the sale has fallen through), collecting Siani at Carlisle since she'd bought a ticket for the train to save me driving an extra god-knows-how-many miles to get her to Hawick, and we instantly started on blitzing the place. You have never seen anything like it; nearly every room was cluttered and full of detritus of years of hoarding and nonsense; if it had been a normal-sized house we'd have made Mr. Trebus look like a downright amateur. Two LWB, high-top Transit loads of rubbish to the tip - if it seemed to have some sentimental value but none other, if the paperwork seemed irrelevant now, it went. If it was broken it went.
Then we loaded up again with some exercise kit and natural slate floor tiles - 24 packets of them - and three large boxes plus a couple of binbags of clothes and the like for the charity shop (Shelter, if you're curious). Took that to Kelso.
THEN we went back and Siani sorted out all the things she wanted from the house plus a desk for Jez. Drove that to Glasgow and dropped Siani off.
All this in under 16 hours (I was up at 7am to collect the van, I returned it to St. Boswells at 1amish). The house is now almost empty, bar some well-organised and manageable crap that I'll move next month.
On the way back from Glasgow, on the M8 just past the split for Carlisle (M73/M74 IIRC) on a pretty much deserted motorway, at 70mph, there was one HELL of a bang from the Transit. It sounded like something had gone bang on the roof, but when I looked in the mirror, the bridge had high sides and looked like a rail bridge or similar, rather than a pedestrian one.
Having tapped the brakes, shook the steering etc. and found the van to be unchanged, I decided it must have been a stone or something hitting the side of it, and decided to check it when I parked up. I looked at the roof panel from inside and couldn't see any damage, wandered around the outside but having not seen any damage on the roof, didn't investigate the area above the cab too thoroughly.
Got a call from the rental people - there's a dent right above the passenger door in the sloped part of the roof. Not far off the windscreen - you're talking nanoseconds between whatever hit it hitting there, or smashing the window into the cab. I'm really not impressed by whichever little shit is responsible, but nothing I can do.
If I'd been speeding, they'd have missed. Lesson learned, now I'm going to stick to 80.
However.
I nearly got a rather more severe chip "on the windscreen" of the rental Transit, it seems.
Friday I dashed up to Hawick (the sale has fallen through), collecting Siani at Carlisle since she'd bought a ticket for the train to save me driving an extra god-knows-how-many miles to get her to Hawick, and we instantly started on blitzing the place. You have never seen anything like it; nearly every room was cluttered and full of detritus of years of hoarding and nonsense; if it had been a normal-sized house we'd have made Mr. Trebus look like a downright amateur. Two LWB, high-top Transit loads of rubbish to the tip - if it seemed to have some sentimental value but none other, if the paperwork seemed irrelevant now, it went. If it was broken it went.
Then we loaded up again with some exercise kit and natural slate floor tiles - 24 packets of them - and three large boxes plus a couple of binbags of clothes and the like for the charity shop (Shelter, if you're curious). Took that to Kelso.
THEN we went back and Siani sorted out all the things she wanted from the house plus a desk for Jez. Drove that to Glasgow and dropped Siani off.
All this in under 16 hours (I was up at 7am to collect the van, I returned it to St. Boswells at 1amish). The house is now almost empty, bar some well-organised and manageable crap that I'll move next month.
On the way back from Glasgow, on the M8 just past the split for Carlisle (M73/M74 IIRC) on a pretty much deserted motorway, at 70mph, there was one HELL of a bang from the Transit. It sounded like something had gone bang on the roof, but when I looked in the mirror, the bridge had high sides and looked like a rail bridge or similar, rather than a pedestrian one.
Having tapped the brakes, shook the steering etc. and found the van to be unchanged, I decided it must have been a stone or something hitting the side of it, and decided to check it when I parked up. I looked at the roof panel from inside and couldn't see any damage, wandered around the outside but having not seen any damage on the roof, didn't investigate the area above the cab too thoroughly.
Got a call from the rental people - there's a dent right above the passenger door in the sloped part of the roof. Not far off the windscreen - you're talking nanoseconds between whatever hit it hitting there, or smashing the window into the cab. I'm really not impressed by whichever little shit is responsible, but nothing I can do.
If I'd been speeding, they'd have missed. Lesson learned, now I'm going to stick to 80.
