Had chemo on Thursday but swung in to a Subaru dealership on the way to pick up a load of parts I had ordered. fought off the chemo effects and was out on the car from 9am until past 10pm last night, the interior had been pretty well totally reassembled, various little fixes made, the various boot leaks fixed for good (again), a ton of other bits & pieces. Was out there at 6am this morning feeling like death doing odds & sods, drilling out the front splitter so we were good to tow and then off we went.
Madam had indicated being prepared to give towing with a solid (sprung loaded) bar a go but didn't like the idea of being the person at the back. We borrowed my mum's A6 estate and I got us all hooked up. The 40 mile journey to Newbury went really smoothly, madam drove brilliantly, until, we got to Newbury and it all went horribly wrong. She got flustered, managed to not follow/understand what the TomTom was saying to do, wasn't looking at me behind her enough or claimed that she couldn't see me. Anyway, we got to within 500 yards of Subaru4you and before I knew it we were 3 lanes over from where we needed to be and heading towards the M4.
At the very last minute she realises, pulls across 3 lanes (luckily nothing else was going our way at the time), then stops at 45 degrees across the various lanes. <beep>. I am sitting there screaming my head off to move and she eventually gets going again. As we pass und the road we just swerved across to double back the way that we are supposed to, I point out to her that ideally she should be in the left lane to guarantee an easy life. She tries but gives up and continues in the middle lane. Fair enough, I figure that she has looked at the tomtom screen showing that she is turning left in a moment and has seen the road markings stating that she is actually ok in the middle.
Sadly, I was wrong. Once again she was all flustered, somehow ignored the Tomtom screen/audible instructions and before I know it we are overshooting the turning and about to hit a ton of traffic. She panics, slams the anchors on, tow bar folds in half and I go straight in to the back of her. You can imagine my reaction inside the car after the 45 degree antics 1 min prior to that.
Madam has now totally fallen apart but I get her to get it together enough while I am flat on the ground, legs sticking out in to various lanes while I try and unfold the towbar, take apart what is left of it so I can get the cars separated. Pushed Fluffy back myself as there was no way madam would be able to get across 3 lanes of traffic to go back around again and actually make the turn. Got her to actually listen to Tomtom and off she went to Subaru4you while I fast pushed what was left of my car across various lanes to get her out of the way. I stood against her for a minute or two trying to run through how it all went so horribly wrong, then I thought to hell with it, fired up the buggered engine and drove the last 500 yards to what is probably her final resting place.
The frontend is toast. Lightweight JDM STI bonnet is toast and very difficult to obtain I am told, front bumper toast, slam panel mildly toast, 1 headlight toast, aircon rad mildly toast, god knows what else, I gave up looking really.
For any of you that are reading this and laughing, thanks, I look forward to life coming around and punching you in the throat like it has done to me this year, I am just sitting here in utter disbelief about everything.
