Busy week.... last week I drove off in the Red One to the glass shop to get some replacement bits after the gales centrepunched the greenhouse. Got halfway, clack-clack-clack on a bend. Got there, more clacks on full lock. Going home, even more clacks. Last three miles, serious judder developing on the steering. Thinks, am I even going to make it? Did. Left hand track rod ball was the culprit, completely fubared. So I changed that, and just as I was wiping my hands, the wife drove up in the White One. "I've got a clacking noise..." Bummer. So round we go again, the right hand one this time. On the plus side I am getting good at doing these.
She drove off next morning, and when she came back she said "you've put the old one back, haven't you?" I could hear her coming - not subtle. Dacca-dacca-dacca-clonk. Oh, MERDE. So in we go for the third time, and it was the r.h. hub ball joint. A bit more work than the track rod ones but a man has to do something on his day off.
Mesaage to local council - mend those f**king potholes, you useless parasites.
