She did me proud last night. My mate phones me up the other morning saying his clutch went on his Mk4 Golf (hey if only everything in life was as reliable as a Volkswagen). A friend was ment to be towing him with a Land Rover but pulled out last minute making **** excuses. So phones me up last night saying he needs a favour.
'Sure mate if I can' says I, 'Whats up?'
'You got a V6 haven't you' he says.
I know whats coming so half an hour later I pick him up. from his house, drive the half hour back into town hook up the golf to the back of the ZS with a tow rope, (I know its illegal now and needs to be a rigid tow but it was late and cold and couldn't find on anywhere) where I promptly drag it across town over the moors to a small village where a friend of his dad can fix it. She didn't miss a beat. Went up some seriousely steep hills and positively purred the whole way.
Soz but what with all the rants its nice to hae a heart warming story.
Oh and as for the golf........... actually who cares its a manky 1.6 folf MK4. Heavy ugly and generally nasty. It might be fixed but any one here really give a toss?
