missleather2003 wrote:Emma, interesting post for me. Pity someone came along, you could have played a little longer. I too love to wear boots and I have quite a large collection.
It's starting to get quite cold here so I'm breaking out more of my leather boots and coats and of course my car can be more stubborn also.
I had to work late on Wednesday and I was last to leave the office. It was about 8 so was just about dark and it was raining quite heavily. I packed away my stuff and as I pulled on my leather coat and buttoned it up I looked out the window at the deserted car park except for my lone car. I suddenly started to get butterflies in my stomach as I thought that maybe I might have a little fun in my car. I pulled up my collar and ran to the car. Rain was running down my coat as I got settled in. Again I became aware of the butterflies in my stomach as I put the keys into the ignition.
Without pulling out the choke or pumping the accelerator I turned the key. She cranked over for a few seconds then offered to start but did not catch. I tried a few times like this but she would fire and offer then revert back to rhythmic cranking, then offer again but engine was not catching. All the time I was saying things like, "c'mon baby, start for me".
After around 8 attempts it would start but quickly stall. I was aware of the rain beating down on the car but apart from that silence other than the creaking of my coat . Now I pull the choke all the way out and pump her hard for around 30 secs. I turn the key again, she offers to start for a few seconds then back to the lovely rhythmic cranking. I pump some more, aware of my heightened feeling of excitement........"come on, errrr errrrr errrrr errrrr errrrr errrr......pump pump......errrr errrr errrr. "F*** sake, COME ON START" I shout. I smell petrol.
Hi janice, do you still have your peugot?