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Well, the rear diff was.
Seems that the rear differential sprung a 'leak' some time ago. Timj noticed it when we had the .:R up on ramps to install the reversing camera. I pointed the leak out to the Dealership when we had the 15000kms service done. Also commented on a "grinding/groaning/clunk" noise from front end when reversing.
Solution was that the dealership needed to order a seal for the diff, and also order a brake caliper/rotor balance kit. So, the car had to go back again (yesterday).
Arrived at 0840hrs yesterday (Osborne Park VW)...handed over the keys, commenting to the service girls that there were two rattles that were annoying the hell out of me. One from the passenger sun visor (but only when the visor was in the down position) and one from the rear right seat (somewhere near the seat locking mechanism). No problems they said....can you drive a manual?? (as she handed a VW style key to me). Walked outside to find that we had been given a Skoda TDI wagon for the day. Sweet.
Got to the wagon, to find I was blocked in by a poorly parked Scooby Doo WRX. I waited for Mr Subaru (dealership is next to VW and share a common drive way) Serviceman to finish with his customers, then asked him "Excuse me...any chance we could have this car (pointing to the WRX) moved, so we can get out of here?" The response was a very cool, "yeah, I'll organise that now for you."
So we wait. And wait some more. Both Mrs FJ and I look around the Skoda, and decide that it isn't bad, but this is the base model. If I was getting one, it'd be optioned up a bit more. Seats are comfy, and she likes the cloth finish. Still waiting.
So, I walk into Subaru Service area, and low and behold Mr "yeah, I'll organise that for you now" is standing there at a Computer terminal. "Yes mate?" is the opening comment.....I said "I'm still waiting for that car to be moved!" The reply was a very terse "And I said I would organise someone!" To which I responded "This month or next!!?"
Next minute, a young fella jumped and said "I'll shift it for you sir, very sorry sir, won't be a moment sir." His counterpart rebuked him, but it was too late, the young fella couldn't be seen for dust, as he scoured both dealerships looking for the mysterious key to the Black WRX. Finally he came back to the Skoda, and amid a flurry of apologies, told me that the WRX is broken, can't be started, and was dumped there by a vehicle recovery service. (Still gushing with apologies). So what do you think he did?
He opened the door, and manhandled that WRX out of the way. Still apologising. I said to him "Mate...that was fantastic. Now go and tell your friend in there (at the counter) that he is the reason that I never bought a Subaru. He's an arrogant d**k head (Richard Cranium)."
We drove out with no further issues.
The Skoda isn't bad, but being the base model, was a bit sparse on niceties. I couldn't see how to get the MFD to change, and there was no owners manual to advise me. Suffice to say that from the "kms remaining" read out....fuel economy is a plus. Quite torquey once you get the turbo wound up (*above 2000 -2500 rpm), but anything below that it struggles to get away. I stalled the bloody thing about 4 times, because I expected a Golfesque response form the diesel motor. Handles okay, and vision isn't bad. I'd be happy to have one of these puppies when the lease on the .:R runs out.
Returned the Skoda at 5.00pm. We called into the liquor store to stock up on some Christmas Cheer before returning the car. Arriving at the dealership, I told Mrs FJ to get her .:R keys out, so that I can park the Skoda near our car and transfer the booze from one car to the other. Drove into the dealership and saw the Blue Blurr, so parked opposite it and proceeded to get out. At that exact same moment, one of the service girls walked out of the dealership with a guy in tow. Also, at that precise moment, Mrs FJ hit's the "unlock" button on her set of keys for the R32. The indicator lights blink, and (obviously) the doors went "clunk". This guy coming out of the dealership says to the service girl, "So, I am having this one then?" as he points to our R32. "No", she said..."You get the wagon."
"BUT" he cried, almost whining "you just unlocked this car?"
"No" said Annie..."that was the owners....right there" as she pointed at us.
Poor prick thought he was getting an R32 as a loan car.
Seems that the rear differential sprung a 'leak' some time ago. Timj noticed it when we had the .:R up on ramps to install the reversing camera. I pointed the leak out to the Dealership when we had the 15000kms service done. Also commented on a "grinding/groaning/clunk" noise from front end when reversing.
Solution was that the dealership needed to order a seal for the diff, and also order a brake caliper/rotor balance kit. So, the car had to go back again (yesterday).
Arrived at 0840hrs yesterday (Osborne Park VW)...handed over the keys, commenting to the service girls that there were two rattles that were annoying the hell out of me. One from the passenger sun visor (but only when the visor was in the down position) and one from the rear right seat (somewhere near the seat locking mechanism). No problems they said....can you drive a manual?? (as she handed a VW style key to me). Walked outside to find that we had been given a Skoda TDI wagon for the day. Sweet.
Got to the wagon, to find I was blocked in by a poorly parked Scooby Doo WRX. I waited for Mr Subaru (dealership is next to VW and share a common drive way) Serviceman to finish with his customers, then asked him "Excuse me...any chance we could have this car (pointing to the WRX) moved, so we can get out of here?" The response was a very cool, "yeah, I'll organise that now for you."
So we wait. And wait some more. Both Mrs FJ and I look around the Skoda, and decide that it isn't bad, but this is the base model. If I was getting one, it'd be optioned up a bit more. Seats are comfy, and she likes the cloth finish. Still waiting.
So, I walk into Subaru Service area, and low and behold Mr "yeah, I'll organise that for you now" is standing there at a Computer terminal. "Yes mate?" is the opening comment.....I said "I'm still waiting for that car to be moved!" The reply was a very terse "And I said I would organise someone!" To which I responded "This month or next!!?"
Next minute, a young fella jumped and said "I'll shift it for you sir, very sorry sir, won't be a moment sir." His counterpart rebuked him, but it was too late, the young fella couldn't be seen for dust, as he scoured both dealerships looking for the mysterious key to the Black WRX. Finally he came back to the Skoda, and amid a flurry of apologies, told me that the WRX is broken, can't be started, and was dumped there by a vehicle recovery service. (Still gushing with apologies). So what do you think he did?
He opened the door, and manhandled that WRX out of the way. Still apologising. I said to him "Mate...that was fantastic. Now go and tell your friend in there (at the counter) that he is the reason that I never bought a Subaru. He's an arrogant d**k head (Richard Cranium)."
We drove out with no further issues.
The Skoda isn't bad, but being the base model, was a bit sparse on niceties. I couldn't see how to get the MFD to change, and there was no owners manual to advise me. Suffice to say that from the "kms remaining" read out....fuel economy is a plus. Quite torquey once you get the turbo wound up (*above 2000 -2500 rpm), but anything below that it struggles to get away. I stalled the bloody thing about 4 times, because I expected a Golfesque response form the diesel motor. Handles okay, and vision isn't bad. I'd be happy to have one of these puppies when the lease on the .:R runs out.
Returned the Skoda at 5.00pm. We called into the liquor store to stock up on some Christmas Cheer before returning the car. Arriving at the dealership, I told Mrs FJ to get her .:R keys out, so that I can park the Skoda near our car and transfer the booze from one car to the other. Drove into the dealership and saw the Blue Blurr, so parked opposite it and proceeded to get out. At that exact same moment, one of the service girls walked out of the dealership with a guy in tow. Also, at that precise moment, Mrs FJ hit's the "unlock" button on her set of keys for the R32. The indicator lights blink, and (obviously) the doors went "clunk". This guy coming out of the dealership says to the service girl, "So, I am having this one then?" as he points to our R32. "No", she said..."You get the wagon."
"BUT" he cried, almost whining "you just unlocked this car?"
"No" said Annie..."that was the owners....right there" as she pointed at us.
Poor prick thought he was getting an R32 as a loan car.
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