It's becoming a farce! Tonight off to an air line to check tyre pressures so I can have a jolly this weekend. Back along the nearby by-pass for the whoosh. Something wrong, steering wheel wobble, not enough whoosh. Get home. Feel the wheels. Ha ha ha. The wheel I put the car into a garage for the sticking calliper repair is hot. I'm where I was a month ago. Except a few hundred pounds lighter. Oh mustn't overlook the abraded brake pipe, which could have proved terminal. I think MJS Littlehampton have exhausted my patience.
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