Taxi Danimo Ceases to Exist

Last Friday (the 13th) was literally a black Friday for me. My car broke in the middle of my ride home and is broken beyond repair. Right on the freeway, involving a police car to protect me, my car and the ongoing traffic - the details would fill up two or three blog entries, but I'll spare you that stuff. So I'll get myself a BahnCard 50 now and try to be mobile by train. *cough*

Anyway, that means there will be no Taxi Danimo for the time of being. It was quite convinient for fairs and other KDE Events, but that's not possible anymore for the time of being. And for those who feared my driving skills: It's over now, you can get out from whereever you were covering ;)


There are not only those who hid - don't forget the members of the now a bit more exclusive "I survived a ride of Danimo" club! :-)

By at Thu, 05/19/2005 - 09:00

hey, i'd like to hear at least a few more details of your traffic adventure. could be instructive... how can a car break down just like that, beyond repair? been mistreating it have you? ;)

By Navindra Umanee at Thu, 05/19/2005 - 17:12

The tooth belt in the engine wrenched. The result is bended valves. Fixing them includes opening up the engine. This all is pretty expensive (can't do it myself, I'm a n00b when it comes to mechanics).

So yes, it could be repaired. "Broken beyond repair" might be a bit dramatic, but it's wasted money, since the car had a couple of other issues (e.g. issues with wheel bearings, slightly bended framework). Fixing them all would cost me at least a thousand Euros, even at a cheap garage, which is about the remaining value the car had. Given that nobody can tell me what is going to break next, I'm not going to take that risk.

Let's see if I can make some money from the almost new gearbox and other parts that still might be sort of valuable and then forget about it. I already deregistered the car w/ the insurance company today.

By Daniel Molkentin at Thu, 05/19/2005 - 22:15

Thanks. So how did you handle the breakdown in the middle of the highway, and how did you get the police to you? I guess you must have had a cellphone...

By Navindra Umanee at Thu, 05/19/2005 - 22:18

Feb 13, 1999. Saturday. I get out of the house at 8h30 to get some local papers, look for a job. Start the car, run it 200m down the main street of my neighbourhood, hear a huge *clank* and just have the presence of spirit to hit the clutch. I let the car run from the inertia, I get out to the next parking lot (10m down the street) and get a troly on place. Looking, later, at the remainings of the engine as the mechanic was picking them out was funy. And made me wonder how came I was still alive. It was the same thing: a broken transmission belt.

By Cristian Tibirna at Fri, 05/20/2005 - 03:26