Having dropped Chantelle off at work and taken the Getz through to work in order to make the interview we were conducting on the day, I was rather relieved to find the lifeless Jetta Jameson still standing untouched in the Steenberg Virgin Active parking lot on Tuesday morning.
Now we had originally bashed together a plan which would see Monty and Cheryl arrive in Westlake at 13:00, just after our scheduled interview (Touchwork is still hiring, just in case you haven’t submitted your CV yet!), which would mark me leaving work early and jumping in the Jetta so that Monty could tow her all the way back to Disa Auto Services in the Strand with the Tucson while Cheryl would be left in charge of bringing Chantelle’s Getz back to the pad at Gordon’s Bay. In hindsight probably not the best of plans to have come up with, but I guess it worked for us at the moment, despite the prospect of the 50 km tow back towards the Helderberg.
However, following the interview (which didn’t go all that great mind you), Rory provided me with a brilliant alternative to our shaky plan, prompting me to call off Monty (just in time) and cancel with Disa who I had already organised with to receive my clutchless baby.
Ian the mechanic is a man that Rory has been using for well over ten years now (and who is currently servicing almost the entire population of Spintelligent thanks to Rory’s referrals) and who just happens to run a repair shop out in Tokai, not all that far from Westlake Business Park.
Giving him a shout, Rory convinced Ian to come out to the office where he and I would go have a look at Jetta Jameson and determine whether or not the problem lay with a simple snapped clutch cable which could be fixed on the spot, or something more serious like the last time the clutch went on my girl, prompting the necessity for towing her into the shop.
A little later than scheduled, Ian and assistant in his bright red bakkie turned up and off we twaddled towards the gym, where on quick inspection it was revealed that what ailed Jetta Jameson was nothing more than a broken pin that handles the attaching of the cable to the clutch arm. However, don’t laugh with joy just yet I’m afraid.
Unfortunately for me, the Jetta is fitted with a self-adjusting retractable clutch cable, meaning that when the pin went, the clutch cable automatically retracted and adjusted itself to the new length, effectively rendering the cable useless and prompting its replacement. Sucky.
And while I could replace it with a grey product, Ian highly recommends against it as in his experience the after market parts are so inferior that in most of the cases you would be back within a month. So that means an original part then, no problem of course, but that particular bloody cable costs R900! Stupid broken little clamp type thingie…
Anyway, Ian and his assistant hooked up Jetta Jameson and towed her back to his shop while I returned to the office, squeezed in the last bit of work for the day and then took Green Getz home, pleased that the situation is now half way resolved and more importantly, the solution ended up not involving a 50 km towing ordeal!
(Plus, at least the R900 + the rest of the expenses has some sort of benefit – I get to work from home until I get the call from Ian to come and pick my baby up. That’s not too bad a deal my tired body in need of more sleep reckons…)
[End Part 2]