Aussie Car Repair

This afternoon, Jeanine wanted me to call into Rotten Ronnies (McDonalds), and grab her a cappuccino. So far so good.
When I got back in the car and started it, it sounded like the hounds from hell had taken up residence under the bonnet (hood to those good folk from the USA).
Bang!..Bang!..Bang!.. (and so on). The noise got worse with higher revs.

Bugger.

Pop the bonnet to see how much this is going to cost me.

The cowling around the fan had decided make a break for it, but was detected before it skipped the country.

Apparently my car is held together with plastic cable ties, which had decided that McDonalds was the perfect spot to throw their hands in the air and give up. I suppose I should be thankful that it wasn't while I was hitting warp speed on the freeway.

Now, all I need is a bit of wire or string and I can limp home. Check the car - nothing. look around the carpark - nothing. Finally, I thought of my I.D. lanyard. Eureka! It worked.

Having made it home with a shed full of supplies, I thought some more cable ties will do the trick. Do you think I could find any? Of course not. What could I find - some electrical wire. So in the true Aussie spirit, wire it is.

Of course, this is only a temporary measure, but also in the true Aussie spirit, I can almost guarantee it will remain like this for quite some time to come.