Halfwitted battery fitters
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I'm away from home for a week or two with the Cerb as my only car, and decided the battery was definitely not up to the job in this cold weather (checked it & it's only 550A), so I thought I'd take it down to a well known national car place (
) to test it & replace it if need be...
So, after he first tried to earth the multimeter on the fibreglass, then on the battery itself(!) with me watching in disbelief, I pointed him in the direction of something metal.
Hunch was right, and the battery needed replacing, so I told the numpty to get the biggest battery they had that'd fit & put it in for me (I should've known better by this point, but I didn't want the car to let me down, it was only £5 to have it fitted, and I don't have so much as a screwdriver in the hotel with me).
1 hour later (no, really), *I'm* covered in muck & grease from having to finish taking the old battery out as he couldn't figure out how to... "I'm only trained to work on normal cars", "you're trained to remove screws though, right???".
So, he gets the third battery he tries to fit (he's lost a couple of nuts along the way, and I'm starting to think he's nuts) and "puts it all back together", scratching one of my wings as he's doing it
To be fair, the car does start perfectly first time (but it's by now taken 2 hours of my evening up). He agrees to wave the £5 fitting fee (not surprised, as he hardly did any of the work, and did none of it competently), but I insisted on paying it so that I could prove it'd been done when writing to ask for a full front-end respray
So, I head off back to the hotel for a well-needed beer or three, only to notice a rattling noise after a few hundred yards, and start to smell a plasticky burning shortly after. As I'm on a dual carriageway, I floor it down the road to the nearest Shell station, and get out to take a look... None of the screws that he's put back in have even been finger-tightened
and I can't quite figure out where the smell's coming from (but it seems to have lessened a bit - something to check up on in the morning).
Sorry there's no real point to this post other than ranting at such "Halfwits". What galls me the most is that I'm going to have to go back there tomorrow to get a set of allen keys to finish the job (might pick up a hammer and REALLY finish the job whilst I'm at it!)
>>> Edited by j_s_g on Tuesday 27th January 22:14
) to test it & replace it if need be... So, after he first tried to earth the multimeter on the fibreglass, then on the battery itself(!) with me watching in disbelief, I pointed him in the direction of something metal.
Hunch was right, and the battery needed replacing, so I told the numpty to get the biggest battery they had that'd fit & put it in for me (I should've known better by this point, but I didn't want the car to let me down, it was only £5 to have it fitted, and I don't have so much as a screwdriver in the hotel with me).
1 hour later (no, really), *I'm* covered in muck & grease from having to finish taking the old battery out as he couldn't figure out how to... "I'm only trained to work on normal cars", "you're trained to remove screws though, right???".
So, he gets the third battery he tries to fit (he's lost a couple of nuts along the way, and I'm starting to think he's nuts) and "puts it all back together", scratching one of my wings as he's doing it
To be fair, the car does start perfectly first time (but it's by now taken 2 hours of my evening up). He agrees to wave the £5 fitting fee (not surprised, as he hardly did any of the work, and did none of it competently), but I insisted on paying it so that I could prove it'd been done when writing to ask for a full front-end respray
So, I head off back to the hotel for a well-needed beer or three, only to notice a rattling noise after a few hundred yards, and start to smell a plasticky burning shortly after. As I'm on a dual carriageway, I floor it down the road to the nearest Shell station, and get out to take a look... None of the screws that he's put back in have even been finger-tightened
and I can't quite figure out where the smell's coming from (but it seems to have lessened a bit - something to check up on in the morning). Sorry there's no real point to this post other than ranting at such "Halfwits". What galls me the most is that I'm going to have to go back there tomorrow to get a set of allen keys to finish the job (might pick up a hammer and REALLY finish the job whilst I'm at it!)
>>> Edited by j_s_g on Tuesday 27th January 22:14
satman said:
and start to smell a plasticky burning smell As I'm on a dual carriageway, I floor it down the road to the nearest Shell station, and get out to take a look..
Heh.... didn't think that the fact I stopped well short of the main area was worth mentioning but, again, hindsight's marvellous!
beemer said:
Bloody hell! What happened first? The fire or the wall?
car caught fire IN the petrol station, whilst he was paying for his fuel. Couldn't get into the car, so pushed it away from the forecourt, down a slope and into/over the wall!!
cheers
sean
ahh, that well known security feature of a non working handbrake! I knew they must be a reason why all TVR's seem to be lacking in that area!
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