About putting the bumper in place - Toyota Platz, 1.5 L, 2002

tragicomedy in three and a half acts

Characters:
- husband. Beloved, dear, but ... so non-variable thinking man.
- small. Favorite car, with slippers, bumpers, conceit and bad character.
- Armen. A good tinsmith and a good man * advertise here. Censored *
- Andrey * 2. Wonderful.

Act one. Preparatory.
In the morning, we are going to the city of Zarechny (50 km), to finally hang up the bumper as it should be, the details are waiting, and we don't want to spend a weekend at home.
We go down to the small one and see that the wheel is flat, we go to the installation, where it is determined that the problem is in the place of pumping the wheel, but they charge 450 of the 500 rubles available in the wallet for the loss. Taking into account the fact that the husband himself removed and put the wheel. Apparently the rent for the jacks was raised comparable to the transport tax. But where can you get to, let's go once you need =)

Second act. Educational.
We bring an old tire along the way to a friend (here Andrey 2 appears a little in the form of this very friend), he also escorts us to the village. Kochnevo, which is 20 kilometers from Zarechny, where Armen is already waiting for us, holding screws and screwdrivers at the ready. And a broken internet.
Here it is worth making a reservation that her husband's professional activities are related to computers, so they recommend him as an eternal healer to everyone who in one way or another dealt with our machine. Ironically =)

Act three. Less entertaining than it should be.
While the Internet was being repaired, two hours passed, we decided to do the same bumper. We went to the garage, barely removed it (I didn't want to give the bumper a trifle even for 5 minutes. How could he be without a bumper), it turned out that there was nowhere to put the fasteners.

We decided to glue and supplement with fiberglass, so that forever. I managed to wipe off all the glass and interior in the car, while they decided and glued there). We put a plug that hides the place of attachment of the hook when towing) now the bumper without a hole =)


Along the way, we removed the excess sound insulation from the jamming door lock so that it could be opened easily and without loss.

Act three and a half. Fascinating eventfulness.
And then we decided to have dinner, since the time was already late, and the trip was not close.
As it turned out, this was our fatal mistake) After dinner, the thoughts of men are mostly tied to sleep, which I later became convinced of.
My husband started the car, drove off so that Armen's Mazda6 could drive out, and left, slamming the door and leaving the key in the ignition.
A trifle did not apply to take advantage of the situation and eat up a couple of gasoline in the gas tank without going anywhere. The door with the notorious lock stuck, and the rest were closed by the signaling.
First persuasions were used, then threats, then a skewer, with which Armen tried to open the lock, but the prudent Japanese deprived him of this opportunity. They called the city where the spare key was, asked Andrey 1 to bring it, and lend money for gasoline. Since the place is distant and indescribable, in the middle of the way he had to give all this happiness to Andrey 2, a local, and we sit and pray that all this will be done while there is gasoline in the chalk.
We finished it in 40 minutes, every 5 we ran out of the house to see if the patient was breathing, and at least he was standing and chewing on the 92nd =) We
opened it, crawled to the gas station, refueled it ... and finished it. A tandem of well-fed men) One of whom does not thinking, and the second is happily lazy in front of everyone.
It is a pity that there are no photos of the process left =) Armen with a skewer is an inspiring sight)

As a result, the trifling trip took 10 hours, no one was hurt, except for the personal time and peace of mind of two wonderful Andreev (one of whom said "forget it, this is friendship, dude")

=)

Price tag: 450 ₽