Last night Crumpet and I made the trip back from Ballarat in the dark, in pouring rain, at the normal 100-110km/hour.
This morning I left to fix a client’s machine, but I never got there. I was about 8-10 kms from home, in Bulleen, pulled up at the traffic lights. When they turned green I started to pull away, but the car jerked and refused to move. It felt like one of the wheels was in a hole. When I got out of the car to have a look, the front wheels were pointing in different directions.
The tie rod for the left wheel had sheared cleanly away from the steering rack.
This is never, ever supposed to happen. Cars are designed so that this part will never break.
Mine broke, and it could easily have broken last night on the freeway, in which case Crumpet and I would surely be dead.
Curses, my plans to take over the world one steenking mac user at a time have been foiled! Come on pinky, it’s back to the drawing board~
Seriously though, I’m glad you guys are ok
Eep.
Glad you didn’t die.
Get on with it slacker!
You know what I’m talking about… you know I know, I know you know I know… you.
Um. I don’t have a witty thing to say here. Crap. It seems my joke valve is broken.
Hurrah for being alive. It’s tops.
Holy shit, dude!
Props for not dying there.
You should completely buy yourself a lotto ticket.
So far I am 100% awesome at not dying.
huzzah that you are not dead! seriously sir, you have the devil’s own luck. just hope he doesn’t tap you on the shoulder down the pub next week and ask for it back…mebbe you should buy that lotto ticket now.
I bought a ticket, yes indeed.