|Loaves for lunch|
.... and my dh utters the fateful words, "I think we might have to think about replacing the car."
Well, Pepe the Pajero's feelings were obviously hurt because a very short time later, she spat the dummy... or, in this case, her catalytic converter! Spectacularly! Out through the exhaust in an explosion of sparks and smoke.
Hearts thumping, we pulled over and switched off the engine. Then called the RACV. "Help!" Got to love that service!
Cars and trucks zoomed past, buffetting us as we waited in the narrow lane at the side of the freeway.
The emergency-assistance mechanic turned up a little while later and listened to our tale of woe. He inspected Pepe's exhaust pipe which was coated in ghostly white powder... and asked if we'd mind if he took a photo.
|That ghostly white exhaust pipe!|
He got Glenn to start the engine and give it a small rev - Pepe coughed out a couple more hot lumps.
|The largest hot lump - part of the catalytic converter?|
"I think you've blown the catalytic converter," he said and listed a couple of other spin off problems that might have happened from the back pressure. It's not sounding great.
A couple of tow truck trips later and Pepe is tucked up at the mechanics waiting for him to have a good look at her innards. We're still awaiting the verdict with some trepidation.
|Hitching a ride...|
|Arriving home in "style"|
Needless to say, we didn't get to our lovely Sunday lunch!
Looking on the bright side, Pepe's serious mechanical health crisis didn't happen while we were travelling in remote parts of Australia! Now that would have been a MAJOR reshuffle of plans!
Got any tales of mechanical woe to share?