Never Buy a Skoda Never buy a Skoda, they¹re not a lot of fun, they¹re awfully unreliable, I know, Œcos I¹ve got one. Road Tax is superfluous, for it seldom sees the road, as it¹s done everything from short right out, to partially explode ..... The engine rarely starts, and the sills are full of rust, yes, since I¹ve bought my Skoda, I¹ve cursed and sworn and cussed. The tyres go flat each evening, and the rad is full of leaks, so, even when it does start up, you get deafened by the squeaks ...... The gear - box is so knackered, that, when I put it into first, and let the clutch up, slowly ....... it shot back, in reverse ! ! ! ! ! The door locks jam, the hinges creek, and it looks like an old front - loader, so I¹m off to buy another car, that isn¹t made by Skoda .....
Reason for writing:
My aplogise to Skoda but MY one was nothing but trouble !
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