Chapter 5 – Redemption
: A lap around the square
One week later
To the workshop, same overalls, same grim charm.
I call my boss to pick me up, because I expect it might take a while.
While I wait by the road, I imagine the following in the workshop: The disco is connected to the device, the compressor is humming, the valves are clicking, the treble values are changing.
moment
I'm on the phone when suddenly our former BGS tank floats past me like a green metallic cloud, suddenly level at the front and back.
No optical tricks, no slant in the skeleton. Simply: straight.
Two minutes later, Mr. Blaumann has obviously floated around the block, and he waves me over: “You can take it with you.”
Diagnosis in plain text
The yellow warning light?
It continues to glow, but in our case, it simply has nothing to do with the crooked chassis.
The ominous sensor in the roof?
Has absolutely nothing to do with inflation.
As long as the air bellows are sealed, the compressor is generating pressure, and the valves are doing what valves are supposed to do, the car sits level. Period.
Invoice & coffee fund
“What do you get?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says.
Of course, that's not possible. So 50 euros go into the coffee fund, and I grin like a person who, for the first time in days, isn't looking toward the moon or the sun and driving, but rather parallel to the road.
Way home & new construction sites
On the way home, I know: things are getting better now. I have a sixth sense for things like that.
Shortly thereafter, it starts to rain. Unfortunately, it also rains inside.
Now the windshield wiper is acting up too.
But that is another story and will, of course, be continued.