we live happily - logbook Toyota Corolla Levin 1996

The last two weeks have been really surprising.
Immediately after Autoexotics, my beloved and I decided on a trip to a friend in Pskov. No. Everything there was amazing! Lakes, pine forest, sand, heat.
But this post is not about the buzz of summer, but about offensive misunderstandings.
Levin was literally bursting with things. Still would! There are two of us in it, and a friend with a child. Accordingly, sleeping bags, a tent and a lot of grub ... The review is limited. people, don't limit your view to understated coupes in the forest! This is great evil!
I'm telling. The hill was sandy and high. We are very confident drivers. Didn't get in. I had to give it back. Stuck. They thought they lay down. it turned out to be more interesting. My faithful pine did not notice. In the truest sense of the word. The result is a crumpled wing. Back wing! In other words, mint is the part of the car that I always worry about the most. On the Levins, this is a big ass in terms of finding and delivering. And here it is so funny and suddenly it was wrinkled.

Further. Literally the day before yesterday we went to the dacha in Assaurovo. Measure the house for siding. All done. We're going to Moscow. At the traffic lights (half-way passed), the kind uncle on the Range Rover pleases us with the fact that we don’t have a back number. Like, is it necessary or lost? It turned out to be lost. We're going back. Search. I was already undertaking to lament, what is it? Why should I now re-register the car and put up with numbers on it with a stupid 197 region? But what about my favorite three letters XPE? They are so cool! We arrived at the cottage. and the number is lying on the grass. Successfully dropped off. Well, not on the track. And they wouldn't have found it. Lucky.

Today. Beloved driving. Leaves the area. We are the lucky ones. Three cottages for two families. =) I somehow accidentally turn my eyes to the front wheels. I thought it seemed. But no. Rubber erased to zero. No, it's not that she's a little worn out. She's just smooth! Just like my butt. In general, the front wheels are now a self-created slick. If only you knew how I pray now that there would be no rain. Swimming on asphalt, I feel, is not cool. Although, the swindler of a loved one is worth it ...;) I’ll take off, perhaps, I’ll take off her wheels. =)))

Bottom line:
- align the wing
- look for a new normal club frame and hang the number back
- buying new tires (this is a number van item)

ps arigato to those who read it all. =)
p.p.s. about a trip to Pskov a little later in my blog. Photos will be.

... ran away to spin the wheels))) bye everyone!)