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Saturday, 7 September 2013
Airbags are there for your safety; right?
A few evenings ago we had some Australian friends around, who might question this presumption.
There they were, a few hundred metres from home, driving along in their Fiat Multipla, when the passenger side airbag suddenly burst into life for no apparent reason. It knocked C sideways, and the bruising on her arm was spectacular (I didn't get to see the worst of her bruises for reasons of decency).
OK, they were simply driving through their village very slowly, and P managed to pull-up without incident, but imagine had the same thing happened on a motorway, or in heavy traffic. The consequences could have been disastrous.
My first thought was for 'compensation'; take bloody Fiat to the cleaners! The bag was obviously faulty, and the fault lies with Fiat. The car was fully certificated 'road worthy', and no collision was responsible for the bag's inflation. It was Fiat's fault; full stop!
Our current Compact Royce is the first car I've owned that has airbags, and I'm now wondering if they'll one day explode for no discernible reason, leaving me with an arm that similarly resembles a 'Cherry and Prune Spotted Dick'.
I've never been a 'run to the lawyers for compensation' type of person, but in this particular case C definitely deserves a financial apology.
If you have experience of such things, or just an opinion, I'd be very happy to hear them.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!