So You Want To Buy A Car: Part 3

Continued…

My Dad and I head outside to speak to Uncle Rodney, the mechanic who initially diagnosed the car and advised that I buy the glow plugs. We put it to him that he needs to take ownership of the R270 I had to pay, politely you know; I still want my car fixed remember?

So Uncle Rodney agrees to subtract the amount from the labor cost. He advises that they do a thorough analysis of the engine to diagnose it. They start stripping and I’m watching them like a supervisor, I need to know every damn thing, no tricks baby.

They point me to the reason why the engine is leaking oil, I take a look and notice that a certain part wasn’t fastened properly. They tell me it’s the part that supplies the turbo to the engine, the nuts and bolts aren’t even there.

Now I have to buy silicone, nuts, bolts, and a sheet of cardboard paper that smells like a dead animal. Apparently, it is heat resistant, which they will put in between the connecting mechanisms.

I am now the mechanic’s assistant, none consensually. It was implied because I was running errands for them, still having to pay them in the end. The spare shop owes me a balance of R960 and I haven’t collected it yet, just in case I need stuff. Turns out they do not have the cardboard sheet. I have to go elsewhere.

I finally get back with everything they asked and they resumed work. The sun was not shy with the heat that day, Whoa! Mhans was sweating in the wrong places, while seated in the car I felt it still. Now that they are done with the turbo supply thingy, they turn their attention to the service issue.

I was eventually going to service the car, NO CAP! Thing is, the main issue was starting the car and they wanted to tiptoe around it, looking for other things that might be a problem instead of the actual problem.

I ended up buying the service kit, using the balance owed to me from the spare shop, now the balance is R210. I give these opportunists the kit and they begin with the service. I’m still supervising, I cannot lose sight. Now that they are done, they point me to the water bottle.

I knew it was leaking and I was going to seal it with silicone but they insisted I buy a new one. I get to the spare shop and ask how much a water bottle is, they tell me R600. OMG! I did not budget for this mess. I retreat and tell the mechanics F%@ it, I’ll buy it another time.

A few minutes later, Fajit's assistant comes to me and says that I can get a water bottle around the corner for way less, that I’m being ripped off by the owner. I appreciated the gesture, even though I was wary of their tactics. I head to another spare shop to buy the water bottle, two of the spare shops I started with did not have the correct size. Finally, I got it for R325, Yaaay!

I give it to the mechanics to fit it, just to realize it is the incorrect version, HOL UP! HOL UP! You have got to be kidding me dude, do you know how hot it is for me to be waking all over this place getting parts for you to do your job? You are a B!%# Sir. Please note that I’m not insulting them to their faces, I don’t want to get sabotaged thinking everything is fixed.

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