In May, my eleven year-old car was due to have the annual government inspection, and a full service. Despite its age, it was running well, and has only done 66,000 miles from new. I don’t use it that much, but living in Beetley with one car is not really an option, as long as Julie is still working. I transferred the money into my current account to pay for the work, and dropped off the car at the dealership as arranged that morning. It was a nice day, so I walked the almost four miles back to the house.
Whenever I go further afield with Ollie, he loves to get in the car. It is a spacious 7-seat MPV, (I think you call them mini-vans in America) and he has his own bed in a large area at the back. I only have to say the word ‘car’, and he runs to wait expectantly for the tailgate to be raised, before jumping in. There is no doubting that he thinks it is his car, reserved for those special trips to dog-walking pastures new.
Late that afternoon, the service manager called me. His funereal tone didn’t bode well, and the news he imparted confirmed my worst fears. It seemed that my (perfectly running) car had fallen foul of the new stricter emission laws introduced just three weeks earlier. It had not only failed the inspection, but would need a great many new parts if it was to ever pass. On top of that, those new laws forbade me driving the car away, to seek other estimates, or even to dispose of it by driving it off a cliff. No inspection certificate meant the insurance was not valid, so it was either agree to the work, or employ a recovery company to trailer my car somewhere else.
The cost of the parts and work required exceeded the resale value of the car by over £100. But the alternative was to arrange for someone to scrap the vehicle, and the costs of getting it trailered to the scrap yard would wipe out anything I would be due in return. Besides, it would leave me with no car, and just enough funds to only be able to replace it with something almost as old, and decidedly inferior. I bit the bullet, and agreed to the huge price.
Thus began the saga that will henceforth be known as ‘The Summer Of The Car’. One week later, I was contacted to be informed that they were unable to get a crucial part. This was called a DPF, something I had never heard of, and that alone cost £900. I did some research, and discovered this was a Diesel Particulate Filter, an integral and important part of the catalytic converter and exhaust system. In one afternoon with Google, I increased my knowledge about car engines by 100%. I found a suitable part on Ebay, from a supplier with good feedback. It was much cheaper too, less than £600. That cheered me up, and I resolved to contact the service manager the next day, with the good news.
That phone call was met with yet more gloomy tones. They could not guarantee the work, if they used a part supplied by anyone other than their own company. In fact, they would not even consider putting it into my car, even if I bought it, and walked to the workshops with the small parcel. It was their way, or the highway, and of course, I could always pay someone to trailer it somewhere else, if that was my choice. I reluctantly agreed to let them carry on, as I didn’t want to spend so much money, without a 12-month guarantee on the work.
Twenty-one days later, and they still couldn’t get the part. They cited problems with the supplier, and a national shortage of the elusive DPF, due to the very changes in the law that had caused my car to fail in the first place. I looked up the issue on online forums, and discovered they were right. Many owners all over the UK were in exactly the same boat. The day after, they rang to inform me that they had ‘no onward delivery date’ for the part, and that my car could potentially be in their car park for the foreseeable future. I suggested that they might as well fit some wings to it while they had it, as flying cars would be the thing, by the time it was repaired. They offered to lend me a car in the meantime, as a ‘gesture of goodwill’, because I was a valued customer of long-standing.
Julie dropped me off the next day, to collect my ‘loan car’. It was one of their new range of tiny hatchbacks, with an engine similar to that found in a food-mixer. The manual gear-shift was a shock, after six years using an automatic, and the driving position so low, I felt as if I was sitting on the floor. Once I got going, the sensation was something akin to being on a large roller skate, that just happened to have windows. And of course, once they had given me what passed as replacement transport, I dropped off their ‘waiting customer’ radar.
Using the car, I soon found it to be the vehicular equivalent of a chocolate teapot. The boot could take three carrier bags at a pinch, and certainly not a good-sized Shar-Pei dog. Performance was acceptable, when compared to a hairdryer, but the finish and quality of this Indian-built impostor left much to be desired. So it sat on the driveway, unable to be used for anything dog-related. My weekly supermarket trip necessitated using all the seats to store the shopping bags, and the one comfort I could glean from having it, was that the air-conditioning worked well, during that very hot summer.
Fast-forward, to cut a very long story short. Almost four months pass, and I have come close to forgetting I ever owned a car. Numerous phone calls, some acrimonious and heated to say the least, and eventual threats on my part. The job was finally done, and I drove their excuse for a car back, and handed it over with pleasure. I paid a bill in excess of what most people earn in a good month, and was handed the keys to my car, which sat washed (by them) and shiny in their car park.
Ollie is very glad to have his car back.
This makes me even less inclined to learn to drive.
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If I had stayed in London, I would have given the car long ago. Out here, no personal transport makes you a ‘prisoner’ of the village.
Best wishes, Pete.
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OMG! This kind of horror story would make the news across the pond. Months? I won’t even start. And poor Ollie! Thank goodness all ended well.
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It was unusual, even here. But hardly newsworthy. Though I did threaten them with the local news channel and town newspaper, at one stage. 🙂
The main fault was with the dramatic changes in the government laws concerning vehicle emissions. They were introduced without waiting for the infrastructure to be in place to cope with them. As a result, many car companies just didn’t have any of the necessary parts to put into the cars.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes, the root of the problem sounds like poor government planning. Best to you, Pete. And give Ollie a pat for me.
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Pat delivered! 🙂
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I’m so glad! Thanks, Pete. 🙂
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Oh my goodness, Pete, this seems such a take. Not your fault they changed the carbon emission laws. So Africa has something in its favour, no-one cares about carbon emissions and this would never be a problem [wry grin].
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There is talk here of banning diesel cars from entering many large cities. That means a list of places I can never drive to. Fortunately, I don’t want to go to them. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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this was an awful thing to happen- like a series of unfortunate events – I have to admit though, that I chuckled more than once at your wit! Glad it is all over for you and Ollie!
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Thanks, Michele. I just had to see some funny side to it. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thats best: “a large roller skate, that just happened to have windows” hahahaha 😉
There will be always opportunities to pull the money out of car owners pockets. These necessary additional parts are of course difficult to get.The automobile industry would have had to install them already in production.
I think with the size of the rental car, Ollie would have used this vehicle alone by himself, and order a driving license too, LoL Best wishes, Michael.
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Thanks, Michael. Ollie is big enough to have been able to drive that loan car! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Think so, Pete! I read about Shar-Pei in the Wikipedia. Approximately 50 cm long, and one of the oldest dog-race from China. Wish you a good Sunday! Michael
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Ollie is closer to 70 cm long, from nose to tail, and weighs 26 kilos. 🙂
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Hey, what a big friend. 😉
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Blimey Pege! I’m glad that nightmare is over!
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Thanks, Kim. It was nice to get the car back, but I’m now nervous in case anything else goes wrong! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I know how that feels Pete. I hope you’re all set for awhile.🤞🏻
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Oh, what a total nightmare, Pete….
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It was indeed, Sue. But soon forgotten during the first decent drive, with no clutch or gear-changing to concern me, and a panoramic view from the high seating position. Plus Ollie happily occupying his bed in the back of course. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Good to know the saga is over and Ollie has his car back. Jackie would happily live in the van and can recognise the rattle of the keys over that of the Fiat Panda 🙂 And if I managed to escape without taking her with me she will run up the road to greet me on return, jumping in for the last few hundred yards back to the house 🙂
The MOT will reach Poland by the end of the year, well we already have it, but it will be going digital, so the days of paying for the piece of paper will be over. At least mechanics are still working for a reasonable rate over here (our guy charges around £5 an hour)
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It might have been cheaper for me to drive to Poland to get the work done. These days, everything here is ruled by electronic ‘diagnostics’. Most old-school mechanics have disappeared.
Cheers, Pete.
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I think the new MOT regime over here will take a lot of the old cars off the road and ultimately the mechanics out of sheds. A real shame. Mind you with luck we will be electric by that time…I’m thinking milk float 🙂
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Somewhere, there must be a huge car park full of mothballed milk floats. You could become a kingpin of the new Polish transport system! 🙂
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£5 per hour, Eddie? I think I need to come to Poland….only trouble is, I don’t drive too far now!!
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I’ll put the kettle on 🙂
The minimum wage over here is going up next year, to just under £3 an hour!
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Great post 🙂 Glad to hear that your dog Ollie is happy again with the car back 🙂 Tell me, what does Ollie enjoy the most about car rides and I hope this does not silly, but did you name your dog Ollie after British actor Oliver Reed? 🙂 Anyway, keep up the great work as always 🙂
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I named Ollie after an important British historical figure, the politician and soldier, Oliver Cromwell. Often reviled now, he was important during the English Civil War in the 1640s, and became the ruler of England when King Charles was executed. I am a member of the association dedicated to continuing his memory.
What Ollie likes most about car rides is that he is not left alone at home, and usually arrives at a destination very different to his usual haunts. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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oh so sorry to go all through that Pete. but Ollie got his car back. that is important 🙂
happy weekend!
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At least he was happy, Wilma. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Cars! What a pain in all the crevices and niches of the body. Yours sounds like a doozy. I’m glad for Ollie and you that you have gotten your car back. I hate that point in the life of a car when you can’t tell if you should trade it in for a newer one or pay the bills to keep it running.
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I got past the repair or replace point well over two years ago. The new cost of anything comparable is well beyond my means. As long as Ollie is around, I will try to keep it going.
Thanks, Cindy.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Well all’s well that ends well, at least for Ollie, if not for your bank account 😦
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One good thing about waiting so long, I had managed to save up all the money to pay the bill! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Excellent!
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Mmm…Sorry Pete. I remember my mom having a really bad row with some mechanics back in the day. They really ripped us off, she was newly divorced from my Dad and didn’t have money to throw at unnecessary parts. They could have cared less. Sorry that it’s regulations that are ripping you off. Glad Ollie got his car back.
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Thanks, Pam. I have had a car since 1969, and rarely had any luck with them. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Here in the US there are “grandfathered” cars that allow you to fail an inspection like this because the car was never built with these new standards…for exactly the reason you just wrote about – how incredibly frustrating, Pete!
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Frustrating is the word, John. Even very old cars here have to be adapted to pass the test, or they cannot be used on public roads. What began as genuine safety concerns has become little more than ‘income generation’ for all involved.
Best wishes, Pete.
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So, in the U.K., car owners are all in the same boat. The dealerships have you over a barrel, so you have to bite the bullet because you aren’t allowed to drive your vehicle off a cliff. I can see why you’d be tempted to do that, though, and maybe just stay in the vehicle as it falls…
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During that time, there were occasions when I would have happily stayed in the car as it went over, David. 🙂 One way to end the frustration…
Best wishes, Pete.
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Good Lord. Sounds like s racket to me.
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It was precipitated by the introduction of a government law (supposedly) designed to reduce emissions from diesel cars. Punishing taxes, and strict regulations, now mean that once popular economical diesel cars are now being priced beyond the means of ordinary people like me. I didn’t blame the dealership for that, but became annoyed when they seemed to not be bothering to source the necessary parts.
Best wishes, Pete.
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The whole approach to keeping vehicles up to standards sounds like a con game set up for mechanics.
Warmest regards, Theo
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All part of government keeping the ‘plebs’ in their place, Theo. The test is only compulsory for cars over three years old. Rich people never keep a car that long! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a nightmare, Pete. I’m so glad Ollie has his car back – he must be very pleased to be able to go further afield for his walks.
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He enjoyed going out in it yesterday, Mary. Especially when he discovered we were not in the Vet’s car park! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Good thing it was fixed and made Ollie happy although it took them so long.
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Thanks, Arlene. That was the longest time I have ever been without a car since I was 17. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well, sounds like QUITE the ordeal!! I love a garage that will essentially hold your car hostage for your money… It’s terrible that we all lie prey to these mechanics at some point or another! (I’m so lucky my father in law is a mechanic and I can USUALLY just get him to help out!)
I’m glad, in the end, Ollie got his car back. I hope you disnt take too bad a knock to the wallet! 😕… And I hope it lasts ling enough to be wotrth it!! 🤞
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I would love to have a car mechanic in the family, Nicole. 🙂
To be balanced about the dealer I used, most of the problem was with having to comply with the new government emission regulations. If I had taken my car there in March, it would have passed, and cost a fraction of the final bill.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Boo… Well, next time DON’T PROCRASTINATE! 😉😘
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I wasn’t able to go before May, Nicole. The current certificate did not expire until then, and they would not issue a new one until 14 days before it had. I tried, believe me! 🙂
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Well, hopefully the universe syncs up with you after this then! 🤞
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Yikes! That was quite a saga and probably a good reason why NOT to use a dealership. I shall continue to take my car to a local garage where they aren’t so insistent on using VW parts! In fact when they ordered the wrong part by mistake and I had left the car only to return and find out it hadn’t been fixed, they finally replaced the part without charging me any labour costs. Now that’s nice.
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You got good service indeed, Jude. Unfortunately, we don’t have many independent workshops within reasonable distance, so many of us are tied to having to use dealerships, or drive 20-30 miles to find someone else.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That’s a shame. I have to travel 13 miles to the VW dealership so my local garage is closer, plus if the weather is nice I can walk around the George V memorial garden whilst they do the work.
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This kind of thing makes my blood boil. It’s enough to make me write a letter to your local member. What an absolute disgrace. My car costs me more in repairs than it’s worth now but at least I don’t have to put up with getting things I don’t need. I’m glad Ollie has his car again though.
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Thanks, Lloyd. The new regulations have hit the poorest people the hardest, naturally. But that’s the usual way things happen of course.
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a saga. A funereal tone never bodes well. Good to know Ollie is happy again.
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Thanks, Peggy. I took him to Beetley Common in the car yesterday. A nice change of scene, after four months. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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It is fascinating to watch dogs and cars….our Little Man would spend all day in a car as long as it was moving and the window was open….I have a 15 year old Toyota that has not given me ant trouble….I am sold on the reliability of Toyotas….there is my advert for the day….chuq
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They do indeed have a reputation for reliability, chuq. Ollie would happily spend all day in the car, as long as I was in it too. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You were given no choice, so it’s just as well there was a happy end of sorts. So annoying… In Greece the taxation on large cars was tripled a couple of years ago, so people could afford them no longer, plus they were unsellable, because why should anyone buy them? And then, to add insult to injury, they made the higher tax retroactive form 2012! Totally unconstitutional, if you ask me…
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My annual tax for that car is now £300. I think our governments want only rich people to be able to afford to drive, Marina.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’m beginning to think you have a point there, Pete
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I never forget Norman Tebbit telling us to ‘get on our bikes’. He didn’t mention cars…
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Indeed! Gosh, I feel old…
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I can’t tell you how many times, due to car problems, I’ve thrown my hands up and yelled, “I oughta get a horse!!”
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If it wasn’t for Ollie, GP, I would have let them scrap it. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a complete rip off Pete! We had a similar problem with our old Jaguar when the local garage over extended the handbrake then couldn’t work out how to get it to release – luckily the guy who does all of the maintenance work on it offered to tow it back to his workshop and sort it out for free (we’d just had a load of very expensive repairs done to it by him). The garage told us it was ok to drive – two tonne of old car with seized brakes which sounded like a brick in a washing machine! Needless to say there was a stand up row on the forecourt. We got it sorted eventually though. Glad you did too and that Ollie has his car back!
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Thanks, Lucinda. It is a legitimate Vauxhall main-dealer, but they really let me down this time. I will concede that many other Zafira owners were similarly affected though.
I doubt I will be buying one of their cars in the future, unless they come up with a very good deal.
I hope your Mum is doing well, give her my regards. 🙂 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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