Today I had an adventure. I boarded the 08:50 train to Stoke-on-Trent to collect my A2 from Rob and Marcus at WOM.
As always, impeccable service and my car was ready with all the work undertaken as planned. I can’t recommend them highly enough and well worth a 4 hour round trip for me.
En route back I stopped off for a photo-shoot.
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About 40-50 miles into the journey I stopped for another photo-shoot.
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This one was as unplanned as the first, only I had broken down in the middle lane of slow moving traffic on the M1. The battery symbol came up and the car started but died instantly. As a sitting duck in the middle lane, congested traffic or not, it was most uncomfortable. No-one wanted to help with the exception of one kind driver who helped me push it to the hard shoulder. What the image just about shows is that within a 100 metres or so, possibly less, there wouldn’t have been a hard shoulder in which to move the car to. These smart motorways are anything but, dangerous in my eyes.
Anyhow, Rob and Marcus did their best to offer support and diagnosis over the phone. Eventually the AA came and I was towed to a nearby service station. Diagnosis points to a failed alternator.
The AA technician (also a Rob) was a gent. He put a heavy duty battery into the A2 and then followed me back to WOM with the intention of swapping batteries again if needed. No air-con or radio on and I made it in one hit.
Rob (WOM) has been a diamond, returning to open up again and also ferrying me back to Stoke-on-Trent station. I’m typing on the train minus A2 and back in some respects to the position I set off in this morning.
For the love of a good woman or A2…