On August 17, in the late afternoon, I needed to go on business. I got into the car and as soon as I got on the road I had problems with the steering. I immediately returned and parked the car, and the next morning, after curfew was over, while the roads were still empty, I carefully drove the car away and parked it at the gate of my garage.
Signs that the steering rack needs to be changed appeared last summer. At the beginning of last fall, I bought a new rail, but did not have time to replace it. At first I was sick, and then, when I recovered and was about to change it, the war began. Rake lay in the garage and waited in the wings.
I couldn’t change the rail right away - after the death of my two cats, my sleep was disturbed, and the car stood at the garage gate for a week. At first I made an appointment at the service station, but I didn’t have time, a week passed, I was without a car, in general, I decided to replace the rail myself. On August 25, I arrived at the garage and replaced the steering rack in about 3 hours.
I started the car, the engine started as usual, easily, and drove home. On the way, there was a small "adventure" - I got out of the car to go to the supermarket and left the keys and the key fob from the alarm on those shorts that were clean, and I had those in which I repaired the car. In general, I had to open the car without a key, and while I was doing this, the rear door handle broke. Arriving home, I found a new pen, contacted the seller and agreed in the morning.
On the morning of August 26, I left the house and ... I could hardly start the car. This has never happened before. Even the night before, when I was driving home from the garage, I noticed that the engine power began to drop quite quickly, right during the trip. I was tired and decided that I would figure it out in the morning, and when the engine barely started in the morning, I decided that I would buy pens and go back to the garage to work on the engine.
It turned out that the handles were sold far enough, almost outside the city, about 20 kilometers one way, and during this trip the engine of my car began to simply “die”. I was barely able to get back to the garage.
Returning to the garage, I treated the engine with a piston ring decarbonizer, the problem in my motor was precisely this, and drove home.
The next day, August 27, in the evening, I arrived at the garage, performed all the steps in accordance with the instructions for processing the engine and tried to start the car. The car didn't start. Moreover, there was an impression that the liquid with which I treated the engine did not give any effect at all ... And this could only be in one case: if they “worked” with my car while it was standing at my garage.
I still mechanically screwed in the new spark plugs that I had prepared in order to screw them in after "decarbonizing", but this did not give any effect. The motor turned into scrap metal.
Back on August 18, right after I drove the car to the garage, knowing the habits of the “brownies” who follow me, I assumed that if they came to the garage and “worked” with my car, the engine would travel 100 kilometers, not more and die. In general, this is how it happened, only I made a mistake twice with the distance - the motor drove not 100, but 50 kilometers 400 meters. And "died."
I estimated the probability that the “brownies” would decide on such an action was no more than 30% and therefore did not take it much into account, but ... I was mistaken. They made up their mind.
This event was preceded by psychological processing, which I perceived as empty threats.
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