So my beloved little 1.4 Gina G. Getz has managed to clock up to her 15,000 kilometre mark already, after owning her for just over six months now, meaning she is travelling in excess of 2,000 kilometres per month!
This does of course mean that my extended warranty taken out on my brand spanking new car might not exactly last for all that long at the rate at which I’m going, but hey, I need to get to work, so what can one do?
Anyway, the 15,000 kilometre achievement (I half expect to hear the XBOX happy noise to play in my head when the odometer hits the precise achievement value) brings with it Gina G. Getz’s first official check-up (or service if you will), meaning that come next Monday 11/10/2010, my girl will be sitting in the hands of some unknown greasy mechanic as he fondles her and attempts to get off her bits one by one.
But it must be done and thanks to all the paperwork and all that extra money I’m paying a month, this little trip shouldn’t cost me a cent – but that still doesn’t mean I like the prospect of hearing about any potential things that might have gone wrong with her already!
At least I scored a free lift back to Gordon’s Bay in the morning though, so the guys over at Hyundai Helderberg can’t be all that bad I suppose! :P
At last the grand finale. I am now finally mobile again, after having sat without my beloved Jetta Jameson for quite some time now (haven’t been to the office or even karate practice in the meantime), though I just wish my wallet wasn’t sobbing quite so loudly at her return.
R4,063 it cost me this time around to get her back up and running.
But in all fairness, it didn’t start out costing that much, as it usually does if you think about it. As mentioned in the last chapter of this saga, I had left Jetta Jameson in the capable hands of mechanic supremo Ian Basson over at Nistec in Tokai where I let him happily tinker away while I got stuck into powering up my home office and working from home again.
Considering the fact that my car was overdue a service by at least a month or two, I phoned up Ian and asked that while the car is already sitting in the shop, if they wouldn’t just service it for me while they’re at it, a brilliant idea, but an idea that nevertheless had me chewing down on my bottom lip in the hopes that I wouldn’t be getting that dreadful phone call that usually accompanies Jetta Jameson services where the mechanic phones you up to tell you the unpleasant surprise that they had discovered.
But nothing ever came and I started to feel a tinge of joy in my heart at the prospect of only paying for a service and the R900 for the replaced cable – which is of course exactly when the phone call did come through. As Ian explained, they had replaced the pin and cable, completed the service and as they rolled her out of the workshop, all of a sudden the clutch gave in completely – meaning that they had to ship her back into the garage and now drop the box to find the problem – and lo and behold, the time for a complete clutch kit replacement was finally upon me.
Not altogether unexpected if you consider that I’ve yet to ever replace the clutch on the car despite the number of years I’ve owned the car and the number of kilometers on the clock (239 000 in case you are wondering), but still sucky because that meant the horrible boost in cost that I was so dreading – and boost it did.
To cut the story short, the job took far longer than expected, it cost a lot of money (there there oh wallet of mine – could be worse of course, I’ve spent R11 000 on the car once if I remember correctly) and was a pain in the ass logistically for me in particular.
But at least I now have her back (thanks to Chantelle and our ever friendly GPS for getting me there) and she’s riding smoothly again – though with her new clutch and the setting completely different from what I’m used to, I am looking a bit like a Noob Poephol every time it comes to pulling away from a stop street at the moment! :)
Sorry about that.
It installs itself as a service on an Ubuntu Linux machine and after some setup configuration the software is good to go, verified by the fact that a service –status-all terminal call should result in showing up SMS3 somewhere in the resulting running services list.
To stop the SMS3 service, you simply need to run this line from a terminal command:
sudo service sms3 stop
To start it up again, use:
sudo service sms3 start
To restart the service completely:
sudo service sms3 restart
(You’ll notice the use of sudo to elevate your user privileges to ensure that you can interact with the possible locked service files.)
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Ag no man. I was so positive for a good start to this week (as indicated by the earlier post that was typed up on Sunday evening I might add). I’ve gotten enough rest, enough relaxation and am raring to go and handle a critical live system upload, the first for our newly adopted weekly release cycle strategy. And what goes and happens?
The floodgates open here in the Western Cape overnight, Bellville is drenched in rainwater and my beloved Jetta Jameson barely makes it onto the N1 via the Old Oak on-ramp before dying an ungraceful death and leaving me stranded with my hazards on as rush hour traffic streams past alongside me.
I wait for an eternity and after what seems to be a million attempts, I eventually manage to get her started and chug along in the emergency lane down towards the Durbanville offramp, but not more than a hundred meters or so, I break down again and the waiting starts all over again. Eventually I do get her started again, and instead of playing hero and attempting to drive all the way through to Westlake, I decide to take the Durbanville offramp and attempt to limp back home instead, and as it is, this turns out to be the correct decision because just before I manage to coax the injured Jetta back to Oakglen, she dies on me once again and once more I have to patiently sit and tap my fingers, waiting for the opportunity to try and bring her back to life.
Back home, wet and annoyed, I lay down my stuff and grab the laptop – guess it’s work from home time after all for today! :( (Sorry boss!)
Hopefully when things dry out she’ll start running fine again, and at the moment I can’t figure out exactly what the problem is, the only lead being something that Monty suggested might be the problem the last time it happened, back when I got stuck in Muizenburg on a wet, dark weekday morning. In any event, so far it seems only rain initiated, but that doesn’t help me all that much if it decides to continue to rain here in the Cape for the foreseeable future.
So where does this leave me then? Well I guess the decision to purchase a new car sooner than later has now been forced upon me after all. Hopefully a nice wage increase at the end of the year is in order? O.o
Ah, if only Telkom was as user friendly as a Teletubby – which of course unfortunately they aren’t, a fact that more than just a few South Africans have testified to in the past.
Funnily enough, my own experience with Telkom started out sweetly enough. Just before my move here to Gordon’s Bay Chantelle and I went to the Telkom Direct shop in Tygervalley where we spoke with an exceedingly friendly and helpful lady by the name of Anneline who got us all signed up for the Closer 3 + ASDL package and then did her best to fast-track a line installation date for us so that we could be up and running by the time I moved in on the 1st of April.
And that’s about when my good experience Telkom ended. From that point onwards we had numerous miscommunications with Telkom and its technicians, resulting in at least two installation call cancellations and then finally a confirmed installation call for the 29th of April, a full month after the point where I had actually needed the line active and running already!
Thankfully this time Telkom stuck to their guns and I organised to be at home on the 29th, refusing to set foot out of the house until that damn technician had arrived. As the day grew longer I grew more and more worried that he wasn’t going to pitch but thankfully just before I could call the coast guard in to come and look for him, I heard the doorbell ring and there standing on my doorstep was my much awaited technician.
In the end, the job didn’t take all that long to complete and the technician was pretty decent bloke, and pretty soon my two points in the kitchen were wired and open and the technician bade me farewell as he left for his next appointment. Excitedly I awaited Chantelle’s return from work and off we shot to Telkom Direct in Somerset Mall to proceed to stage 2 of the process.
Unfortunately for us though, long weekend fever was already in the air and we were met by an absolute stonewall in the shop. No one was interested in helping us, looking up our contract or even just giving us some information – these guys were on holiday already, and nothing but nothing you were going to say was going to dissuade them. Chantelle was on the verge of jump kicking over the counter and taking the consultant out when I decided that it was time to go and we hurriedly backed out before the fuming rage of C could be unleashed.
More than a little pissed off, the two of us then marched across the corridor to Game and purchased a phone instead, so that we could at least test if the damn line was working or not at home. I found a nice plain and simple Panasonic, exactly what I was looking for, and off we twaddled back home to test it out.
Success! According to the ‘consultants’ at Telkom Direct in Somerset Mall, we don’t have a contract, never even mind the ASDL connection, but there it was… a ring tone. Okay, admittedly it sounds like an engaged ring tone, but we are able to make and receive calls on the line so it looks A-okay to me :)
Which then brought me back down to Earth with the thought of “Well, now what about the ASDL which you now apparently don’t qualify for?” Luckily for me though, I have a consumer rights little fighter in my corner and C was not going to take this matter lying down. No, the next day she was in Bellville sorting matters out (well she was actually there for a doctor’s appointment but Telkom was second on her list, I assure you). Amazingly enough, as she later relayed to me, on walking into the Telkom Direct shop in Tygervalley, standing in a queue and then finally approaching the very same Anneline lady from before, this woman actually recalled who we were! She remembered my surname, our new address and pretty much all our details – and not just remembered, she even went as far as to help us out again!
Sifting through our paperwork, making phone calls and organising our stuff, she eventually told Chantelle that we just needed to wait until Monday for all the upcoming public holidays to pass and then she would phone us and organise the final hurdle, following which we need to come and collect the modem from her! Talk about a Telkom superstar employee! This is the type of person that makes you want to write to the boss singing all their praises!
Okay, so she was sick on Monday and Tuesday in the end, but we did end up getting our modem on the Thursday and I did get around to doing the self-install on the Friday and I did get around to doing the line activation on the Saturday, but now I finally have everything up and running and my ASDL headache has now been resolved. Ah, no more worries and my home office is finally complete! :)
Of course, the only drawback to having everything finally in place is that I can no longer blame the crappy Vodacom connection if I don’t feel like working any more!