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planes, trains and fucking automobiles
Feb. 18th, 2007 03:21 pmThe plan: Get train to Spencer St, skybus to airport, plane to adelaide. pick up car, drive adelaide to stawell, stop for the night. sunday, get up, visit a winery or two, drive home to melbourne.
The actual outcome:
Give self enough time to get to Spencer St. Fucking Connex cancels two trains in a row. Swear like a sailor on first shore leave in 6 months, get cab into city to meet Miss S. Get bus to airport. Plane delayed 1/2 hour, then sat on runway for another 30-40 minutes. Thanks Virgin!
Stay over with Miss S's parents. All good. They'd had the car fully serviced the day before, all good and happy. Take off from Adelaide. Blessed be the airconditioner - would have been horrible, otherwise. Beetle along happily enough all afternoon.
Towards about 5ish, we're getting close to Horsham and I notice the lovely stream of cold air has become an asthmatic wheeze. Hm. Not good. Pull into a Horsham service station, and notice a very very bad noise coming from under the hood of the car. Wheee.
Call RACV. The aircon compressor is not well, apparently. RACV guy manages to disconnect it, which also takes out the power steering, oh well. The fuse for the cabin fan was also blown by the aircon misbehaving, easy to replace.
The thought of driving on Sunday morning with no aircon was utterly unspeakable, so we decided to push on through to home in one go. Yay. Pulled into Stawell for dinner. Afterwards, got back to the car, it's dark, turn on headlights. 30 seconds later the dashboard light goes off. Oh. Good. Check a couple of fuses, no obvious faults. End up sitting a small torch on the dashboard so I can see the speedo, and say fuck it, let's go.
About 1km from home, someone waves us down and says "you have no tail lights". Crap. We've driven from Stawell to Melbourne along the Western Highway at night with no taillights. Rock on.
Wah. So much for that weekend.
The actual outcome:
Give self enough time to get to Spencer St. Fucking Connex cancels two trains in a row. Swear like a sailor on first shore leave in 6 months, get cab into city to meet Miss S. Get bus to airport. Plane delayed 1/2 hour, then sat on runway for another 30-40 minutes. Thanks Virgin!
Stay over with Miss S's parents. All good. They'd had the car fully serviced the day before, all good and happy. Take off from Adelaide. Blessed be the airconditioner - would have been horrible, otherwise. Beetle along happily enough all afternoon.
Towards about 5ish, we're getting close to Horsham and I notice the lovely stream of cold air has become an asthmatic wheeze. Hm. Not good. Pull into a Horsham service station, and notice a very very bad noise coming from under the hood of the car. Wheee.
Call RACV. The aircon compressor is not well, apparently. RACV guy manages to disconnect it, which also takes out the power steering, oh well. The fuse for the cabin fan was also blown by the aircon misbehaving, easy to replace.
The thought of driving on Sunday morning with no aircon was utterly unspeakable, so we decided to push on through to home in one go. Yay. Pulled into Stawell for dinner. Afterwards, got back to the car, it's dark, turn on headlights. 30 seconds later the dashboard light goes off. Oh. Good. Check a couple of fuses, no obvious faults. End up sitting a small torch on the dashboard so I can see the speedo, and say fuck it, let's go.
About 1km from home, someone waves us down and says "you have no tail lights". Crap. We've driven from Stawell to Melbourne along the Western Highway at night with no taillights. Rock on.
Wah. So much for that weekend.
