In the spring, a not-so-young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of
… Finally getting around to all those dopey, fiddly little jobs he should have done over winter. Winter, three years ago.
It’s funny, isn’t it, the way we put up with flaws and imperfections, even when they’re totally fixable. Seems to me that as long as the car is actually running and driving properly, those detailed jobs seem to get filed under Too-Hard. But the warmer weather lately and the lure of the odd car show, suddenly meant I needed to get serious about some of these little jobs, before they became big jobs.
I decided to start with the Boxster. Like a zit between the Mona Lisa’s eyes, the driver’s pew of the Porker featured a gaping tear in the outside bolster. Common enough problem, and one that occurs when big fat blokes get in and out of the car on a regular basis. And no, I refer to the previous fat-bastard owner, because the gash in the chair was there when I bought the car. I used it as a pretty handy bargaining chip, as it happened.
