HE BLOODY CAR WOULDN’T start again. Kevin kicked the tyre with extreme prejudice as he slammed the driver’s door and went round to peer under the bonnet. It was probably the battery, but knowing that didn’t leave him any better off, as there was no-one else left in the car park to beg a jump start from. On the other hand...he leaned his weight on the front of the engine compartment and hung his head in thought...it had been turning over. So maybe not the battery...maybe the...the...erm, fuel pump? Something to do with the fuel combusting and the engine actually starting, because it had been making that coughing noise which was the battery turning the starter over.
Well. Good to know. Nothing like having an elderly and temperamental vehicle to get a crash course in mechanical theory, even
