So I’ve taken the day off to get some chores done. First chore is get my car to a mechanic in Chelsea Heights for a service and a RWC. I’m pessimistic about the prognosis because the car’s been ailing – oil pressure issues, together with the battery running down all the time, and in need of a definite tune. Has to be done though on my road to recovery.
I’m out the door by 8.30 and driving down Beach Road. It’s about a 30k drive, but pretty direct and going against prevailing traffic. I’ve made it most of the way and am in Wells road, 2k from the mechanic when the speedo goes from 80 kmh and dropping rapidly. It’s as if someone’s thrown out an anchor.
Fortunately, I’m in a clear patch of road, so while I’ve still got some momentum I cross from the right lane to the shoulder of the road on the left. The car comes to a stop, basically no power available.
Drat, I think, or something similar – if only it had made the extra 2 k’s, but not to be. I call the mechanic and explain the situation and says he’ll come by. Ten minutes later he’s there and gives me the bad news: timing belt. For an Audi that is bad news, though not uncommon. There’s a grand plus right there, but then there’s the risk of a damaged piston too. Oh my lord, I think, or something similar.
I call RACV, organise a tow, then get a lift back – the mechanic will deal with the towie. Not the start to the day I wanted.
Later today I’m off to the dentist and hoping there won’t be any further bad news.