Today has been the day from HELL!!! Everything was going really well this morning until we decided to take a run up to Rivervale to see a satellite antennae guy. That was our first mistake.
We’d gone barely 5km when Rick swerved to the side of the road and onto the kerb, saying “We’ve got no brakes!” You can imagine my response. After crawling underneath, he decided that the right hand side brake line was fractured, and brake fluid was dribbling out. There was a mechanic’s workshop just across the road (lucky heh!) so he drove (very slowly) into the yard. After brief consultation with the mechanic and his apprentices, consensus was reached and agreed that yes, it more than likely was the brake line. The probability is that the mechanic in Eucla may have bent and fractured the line when putting in the new axle shaft. So, we called the RACQ, who put us through to RAC(WA). This was at 12:15. By the time that the RAC had arrived, assessed the problem, called for a tow-truck to take us to Toyota, discovered that the truck was not big-enough, called ANOTHER tow-truck, loaded us on, re-fuelled the truck, took us to Toyota (going to the wrong place twice), arranged a hire car and picked it up – it was 5:30pm. AAAGGGHHH!!!
By this time, we were both completely shattered and the thought of cooking anything when we got home had gone right out the window. Charcoal chicken and a bottle of white wine completed the day’s happenings with at least a little bit of relaxation.
We’d gone barely 5km when Rick swerved to the side of the road and onto the kerb, saying “We’ve got no brakes!” You can imagine my response. After crawling underneath, he decided that the right hand side brake line was fractured, and brake fluid was dribbling out. There was a mechanic’s workshop just across the road (lucky heh!) so he drove (very slowly) into the yard. After brief consultation with the mechanic and his apprentices, consensus was reached and agreed that yes, it more than likely was the brake line. The probability is that the mechanic in Eucla may have bent and fractured the line when putting in the new axle shaft. So, we called the RACQ, who put us through to RAC(WA). This was at 12:15. By the time that the RAC had arrived, assessed the problem, called for a tow-truck to take us to Toyota, discovered that the truck was not big-enough, called ANOTHER tow-truck, loaded us on, re-fuelled the truck, took us to Toyota (going to the wrong place twice), arranged a hire car and picked it up – it was 5:30pm. AAAGGGHHH!!!
By this time, we were both completely shattered and the thought of cooking anything when we got home had gone right out the window. Charcoal chicken and a bottle of white wine completed the day’s happenings with at least a little bit of relaxation.
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