smart51
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Today was a sunny day, so it was time for a road trip. I just followed my nose through the villages or Worcestershire where the little 500 seems to be at home. For the first time, I had the heater on. It heated up the handbrake nicely, and there was a trace of warmth out of the windscreen vents, but it took a good half hour before I noticed any warmth in the cabin. Anyway, 45 miles later and I find myself at Clee Hill in Shropshire, a nice vantage point over the valley below. The hills, though, are not the friend of the 500. I sat here, taking in the view, and thinking how well the car is running and how I'd trust it on a longer journey.
A few minutes after heading home, there was a pop and lots of exhaust noise. The rest of the journey sounded like the inside of a Harley. Looking in the back, this is what I found. I guess I'll need a new one.
A few minutes after heading home, there was a pop and lots of exhaust noise. The rest of the journey sounded like the inside of a Harley. Looking in the back, this is what I found. I guess I'll need a new one.