Rejoice, earthlings, for I have crawled out from under the rock whence I had taken shelter.
My first order of business was to dust off my dusty, creaky, near decade old laptop and surf the world wild web. A few clicks and clacks and a spinning beach ball of death later, I had arrived at my destination. Team Bee Ech Pee.com.
Or was it? I had to do a quick double check, because I noticed one of the popular threads pondering if you were an ASS man, or otherwise. I had to quickly double check that I hadn’t opened anything risque by accident. Oddly, I hadn’t. This really was the question being posed; ASS, or FNG: which do you prefer?
Now, so long as my ride is of a certain age, I am well and truly an ASS man. The well-rounded nature of abilities on offer ensures it’s generally the go-to option. But as with all things in life, if you want some great ASS, it comes at a hefty price. A pound of flesh, if you will. Which is when it makes sense to evaluate the road often less taken, and go with an FNG
ji.
Now, I’m very, very lucky to have a great FNG close at hand, and so when it was time to unleash the wrench monkeys on my car, it was a no-brainer to lay off the ASS. Honest confession: I haven’t seen the inside of one for a few years now. FNG’s have been my go-to choice for quite some time, as I shall now proceed to explain why.
Ae G, Oh G, Suniye FNG ji
A few among you might remember I had changed the rear brake pads in Goa when things got a bit hairy on a trip down there. Almost a year later, I was still on that set of Roulund’s, but the squeaky, creaky, sub-par performance from them were doing my head in. As if a sign from the car gods, the front brake pads (EBCs) crashed in range from 10000 kms to 1000 kms in the course of a Pune trip. That, coupled with the car needing a routine brake fluid check, meant I gave her in for a brake pad change to my favorite FNG, Redline Autohaus.
And since I did send her in, I coaxed and cajoled my way into setting right a few wrongs on the car, which included,
- Fixing the stuck motor of the right hand side external rear view mirror, which sounded a lot like that guy going “AAH AAH AAH AAH AAH” from Eminem’s ‘Just lose it’ every time I tried to lock the car
Observe the dog-eared like appearance rendered by the single folding mirror
- Fixing a broken mount in the headlight assembly that caused the right hand side headlight to be a bit limpid and point downward. This severely impacted the throw of illumination, as you might imagine, and was part of the reason I didn’t take her to Goa on my last jaunt.
Note the saggy exterior headlight...
...Vs. how it should be. This is a common age-related issue, referred to as erect-light dysfunction
Generally, Redline is busier than Saki Naka pre-lockdown, with many of Mumbai’s pretty young (and sometimes classic) things making a beeline for its doors. But somehow, miraculously, a window of work opened, and everything got done within the span of 2-3 days. Remarkable. And, which is more, Red gets home delivered to me post 8 PM. Even Swiggy or Zomato can’t do that these days, given the new lockdown in place.
As always, the work was top notch, without a single thing to fault. For the money minded among you, the entire work (for the brake pads, sensors, skimming the discs, labour, and fixing the jerky mirror and droopy headlight) came to 52,xxx. I'm certain the pads alone at BMW would have cost me close to 50 big ones, and that they would have chortled and asked me to replace the headlight and mirror, rather than repair it, all the while having dollar signs in their eyes. Joke's on them. I'm stupid, but not
that stupid.
And that, ladies and not-so-gentlemen, is why I am no longer an ASS man, and I’ve never looked back.
Now go, like Batman, and mask up. Stay safe, kick ass. Ciao.