Yet more woe. The Palio’s coolant pipe has sprung a leak. On the way to Saturday’s Open Quiz, the needle on the temperature indicator shot up beyond the red line, and stayed there in frightening ways. This set off a cascade of daamaal-dimeel events.
The engine stopped burning petrol properly. Driving from Indiranagar to Nrupathunga Road and back took about twenty more times petrol than it should. The car was smelling of unburnt or partially burnt petrol. Scariest of all, it was stalling at all speeds, in all gears. On BV Iyengar Road.
It’s now safely at Manipal Motors, where it will have the pipe replaced, coolant filled, and whatever else the mechanic decides he can safely slap onto the bill. Death.
On a side note, after Saturday’s quiz, I’ve decided to start calling the Palio Rocinante. The steed of a madman who tilts at windmills? Arely are.