Pandora's album

As promised a few days ago, I present the comprehensive photo gallery of the star of this blog.

But before you browse through the images, first take a look at what the Fića looked like back when I bought it. I'd say it's now as much the same as it is irrecognizable.

Unveiling

The time has come! Wonder no more which of the six options represents my Fića, as I can now show you what the above-pictured window is attached to.

Click through to (finally) reveal what hides under that tantalizing white tarp...

Getting ready

Imagine a nice sunny weekend, the first of its kind in many months. At long last, there are no duties to be taken care of, there is nothing to be tended to. In such a state, what's the first thing your brain devises for you to do? Relax with a nice drink perhaps?

I know the answer.

Abstract trilogy

There was this series of movies called Star Wars – you may have heard of it. The series consisted of two trilogies describing the role of spaceships and glow-in-the-dark swords in the life of a man who buys a black suit to mark his mid-life crisis. Or something like that.

My Fića, however, is not a spaceship, but it does have a trilogy of its own – and just like Episode I, it at first appears to have nothing to do with the main story and the rest of the parts.

The elements

Some call it "snow." I call it "getting in the way." Worse still, I actually like snow.

It makes sense, I promise...

Despite being an active participant in my ongoing house renovations, I've still managed to get the Fića closer to the point of the formal 'de-embargo.' I've fixed the right sun visor, such that it now stays up, instead of just dangling about. The remaining minor bits that were pending are done as well, so the only thing standing in the way is the electrical misadventure.

Wait, I lied.

Theory

Fact: there are electrical gremlins – it's not the Fića's fault, but that of the unfortunate fellow that reinstalled the electrical system after the paint dried.

Fact: I will have to sort them out myself – regardless of what one might consider doing to balance the universe, the car is now half a world away.