After waking up from an extended siesta from all the shenanigans
with the Flamenco, I glanced at my watch, wow, it was 12:49am. I decided to go
to a bar not 500metres from where I live called “La Bodeguita Indiana”. Simon had
been there last week until 5am. He had shown me the photos of him playing
guitar there and having a laugh with the patrons so I decided to check it out,
with a view to asking the owner if we could get a gig.
I was the only one in there so I chatted to the owner, Juan
Ma, who remembered Simon and said that everyone had enjoyed his Guitar playing.
Luis, a friend of Juan Ma’s and owner of a large bar in Jerez, turned up at 1am. Luis’s bar has a big
terrraza and he also puts on a lot of gigs. The three of us chatted
about Music and food for about an hour, and then the star of the evening turned
up.
Simply known as “Chino”. A big bloke, wearing a fluorescent shirt so I
guessed he worked for the council. His front teeth were missing so when he
talked his lisp wass even more pronounced. He was good friends with both Juan Ma
and Luis. Well I think I laughed more in the hours there with Chino, than I
have done in 4 months here. He was hilarious. His job was to tow away cars that
have been parked illegally so it’s no wonder he had a light hearted view on the
world.
El Stor Comedia |
Juan Ma, the owner of the bar, told us that one day last
month when he got back to his car, he found it had gone. He looked on the
ground and sure enough there was a fluorescent sticker on the ground from the
Local Council indicating that his car had been towed, you know the ones they
leave. On closer inspection he noticed that, where normally there would be the
hand written details of the car and time and place where it was taken and other
official details, all that had been written on it was “you know where your f******g car is”. Classic.
Well Chino didn’t stop talking and telling jokes and we
three didn’t stop laughing until 5am. I would have left earlier but I couldn’t because my
sides hurt too much.
After one anecdote Chino turned to me and said…
“He Philip, they call me The Rock of Gibraltar……do you want to know why?”
Bone of contention |
I nearly wet myself.
The rest of the weekend was quiet although the excitement
surrounding the European Football championships has been building with Spanish
flags now adorning bars, balconies and buildings in Jerez. I did get
ripped off again at another local bar, they are all the same here, charging more
for drinks than is actually the real price, because you are a foreigner. I am going to
have to start a Black Book of Bars. It will be full up in no time.
"Right..Now onto the B's" |
Christine
Well she goes from strength to strength. I had three things
left on my list of fourteen to complete. Minor oil leak, Windscreen wiper blades
and the hooter.
Can you believe it I have an ‘Advanced’ socket set with over
150 connectors and I didn’t have one for the oil tank retaining nut. It’s a square
socket!!!! I managed to bodge it using a star socket with an Allen key
inserted. It worked.
One down , two to go
Then I tackled the windscreen wipers. On closer inspection
the original windscreen wiper blades were odd and they were held on with tape
and what looked like black cotton!!
Off they came and after asking at two car accessory shops I
finally found a place that sold replacements. I purchased two new wiper blades and
followed the pictorial instructions, carefully, shown on the back of the blister
pack. I clicked the first bit together then put it on the wiper stem. Hold on it’s upside down!!. I looked at the
pictorial instructions closely and found that I HAD done it CORRECTLY. Now I
had to unclick the plastic bit and I put it back on the other way.
‘SNAP? a bit came flying off. Noooooooooo.
I walked back into the shop and I explained to the guy who sold me the wiper blades, that I had broken the little plastic connector and that it was
because the instructions were wrong on the blister pack (which they were) in
the hope that he wouldn’t think I was a complete ****.
He just glanced at me, handed over another plastic connector
smiled, in way that I could see he was thinking,..What a complete ****.
After receiving the new plasitc connectors |
Two down, one to go.
As I lay awake the night before I was thinking that as I
know absolutely nothing about car electrics and that there are wires all over
the place, I would have no chance of figuring it out what’s wrong with my
hooter. I decided that I would have to rig up some sort of button with wires
from the battery to the hooter and bypass the claxon stem.
Well lo and behold with the aid of one of the most useful tools
I now have (ed..what’s the other one fnar fnar?) I managed to solve the
mystery. The tool is a little pen that
lights up when you hit a live wire.
Well I felt a little like Hercule Poirot as I followed the black wire from the hooter all the way back to the original hooter stem probing with my tool trying to find the problem with my horn (ed…Oi Oi) and unexpectedly all was good on the power wire. After more probing and prodding I deduced it was the ‘masa’ or earth connection that was the guilty party.
The user manual was clear on the hooter wiring |
I unhooked the klaxon completely and rewired the whole thing so I
could hold the hooter in my hand with a new earth connection and push the horn
stick at the same time to test it.
“BWWWWUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” went
the Hooter.
JESUS! I thought, that is the loudest hooter I have ever
heard.
I guess back in the day when Christine was new you had to
make the Klaxon so loud, as to warn horses and carts and the bloke with the red
flag to get out of the bleedin way.
I fixed it all back in place with a new earth lead and now
everyone in Spain will hear me coming.(ed…snigger snigger)
"In your dreams" |
Three down, none to go.
I also decided to fabricate a car sun visor. You know the ones that are on sale at motorway
service stations on the continent. They are
rolled up and you unroll them and put them on the inside of your windscreen and then,
when you come back to the car from a 4 hour shopping trip, the thing has slipped down and rolled itself
back up and as now in the foot well keeping the foot pedals nice and cool.
Well I made mine out of cardboard and kitchen foil. It is
made to measure for Christine and this will stop her getting too hot under the
collar.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars....". |
Huston we are good to go.
Why not start up a car repair shop - no job too stupid to try. No guarantees given. Pament up front in Bolivs
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