By JO ABI
My car isn’t happy. It has a distinct rattle. Can you hear it? Of course not. When I dragged my husband out to hear the tap tap tap he looked at me like I was crazy.
“It sounds like an engine babe.” Thanks for nothing hon.
I contacted my mechanic and like a knight in shining armour he arrived the same day and giving my car an affectionate pat on the bonnet, asked me to start the engine.
“Can you hear it,” I demanded after a few seconds. “It’s there, I can hear it. It’s not as loud as the other day but it’s there. There! Did you hear that?”
“Shhhhh,” he whispered and leaned his head gently towards my tut tut tutting engine.
I drive a Hyundai Tucson and it is my baby, my golden child (it is gold). I bought it during the first and only season of Channel Seven’s My Kitchen Rules. I was obsessed with Evan and Bella who were assigned a restaurant in Manly called Pink Salt. Each couple promoted a Hyundai and Evan and Bella had the Tuscon, a cute little 4WD that they playfully washed while throwing water and bubbles at each other. I really wanted to be them. I settled for driving their car. Stalker!
Yes I checked it was a good car and nice and safe for my family. It’s been with us since 2005 and this is the first time it’s ever protested about anything. My baby is sick and I will do everything in my power to make it better.
“Can you hear it yet,” I whispered dramatically.
Ignoring me, my mechanic got on his hands and knees and stuck his head under the car, the engine still running. I started tapping my foot.
He got up and sat in the driver’s seat and revved it a few times and then came back out and leaned in for a close listen again.
“It’s the water pump,” he announced loudly, jolting me out of my vision of shopping for a new Tuscon, a blue one this time I think.