right, a warning to all, you probably all know this already but its just to back up the preconception we all have to live with.
so, my car runs like a pig, and on reccomendation from my poor unknowing manic depressive dad, i went to a back street garage run by a bloke who is (apparently) shit hot on mercs. i shouldve known on arrival that him and his joey-spec jippo baboon faced mates had other things than cleaning my ropey injector jets on their disproportional minds, and on that note, shouldve left.... fast. but, i left my car, trustfully (or stupidly) in 'stuarts' hands.
after a sleepless night i get word from my dad that the following morning, there was a problem, in the words of 'stuart', my car couldve killed someone, as whilst working under the bonnet, one of the lock valves had miraculously 'exploded' and shot half way across his yard, 'hmmm' i thought, so, i rolled down there with the length in tow.
upon inspection, the lock valve (basically a modified dump) for the rear right ram, had 'exploded', ripping the threads out of the block and the wires with it, never mind, i thought, shit happens, i thought, but no, it got worse, not only had he rendederd the juice inoperable, but he somehow had managed to rip both rear shocks through the boot floor, and bend them when the car had dropped, and to add insult to injury, one of the cv boots was now rolling around on the floor.
after much fixing and refusing to pay, we left, scraping down the street, only to find that the original fault was'nt fixed either, fucking great, so my car stills runs like shit and all our hard work has slipped quickly down the pan.
all in, my message is this, dont trust no fukker with your car, if you cant fix it yourself, make sure you stay with the car or leave the juice completely inactive, ie remove the batts.
the worst part however, is the cunt, and his cunt mates, all denied the damage that was done, as if it was all my fault, fanfookintastic.
dry your eyes pete dawg
