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Yesterday was a nerve wracking day.
It’s been two years since the car was last tested for the ITV – the Spanish equivalent of an MOT- and it couldn’t be put off any longer.
Last week Jack rang the test centre and made the appointment; 3.30pm on Monday 30th November. So at midday yesterday preparations began in earnest.

First we popped the hood to check oil and windscreen fluids. EEK – what oil!!!
Then I looked at the tyres which looked okay (we’d singularly failed to do that last time and were left looking suitably stupid when the guy pointed out flat, smooth rubber where once tread used to be). Finally I checked all the lights were working.
Well, we agreed, if it’s anything else, it’s out of our control.

We drove up to the garage to buy some oil and give the car her bi-annual wash and brush up. There’s nothing in the test that says the car should be clean, I just figured that it might help to give the impression that we actually do exercise some kind of care over our vehicle. You know and I know that’s a load of cobblers but the ITV test guys don’t read this blog.

Finally, we got together all the documentation and headed up to Los Realejos.
Once in the office we handed over our documents and waited while the girl checked for the appointment. No appointment was there.
There’s a funny thing that happens when things start to go wrong around here which I suspect may be a stress related syndrome; we both become Spanish-deaf. Unable to make out a word the girl was saying, we moved, baffled, to the back of the room while the next in the queue was seen.

Just as anxiety levels were reaching boiling point we were called back to the counter and with a smile, told to join line number 1. We headed back to the car, nerves jangling.

With Spanish-deaf effect now at chronic levels, we bumbled through the rapid fire instructions, turning on the indicator when he wanted the reverse light and turning the engine off when we were asked to move forward. Sometimes we got it so wrong that the guy asked us to step out of the car while he put her through her paces for us. Still, other than a non-functioning licence plate light (for which I was pretty sure they weren’t going to fail us) we moved to the final test.

Another case of stepping out of the car while the steering wheel was jerked rapidly and brakes were applied at emergency stop pressure and we were done. Well, apart that is from the bald inside edges of the front tyres.
So it’s two new tyres, a new light bulb, back to the ITV centre and the sack for me in my ‘pre-ITV test tester’ role before that illusive little coloured sticker can be plastered onto the windscreen. Sigh.

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