In connection with Ragnhild’s current rum bitching, I have tried to clean the engine compartment at last. There are some places covered by such a powerful mixture of oil and spray, that for “clean” the train probably went off… Anyway, I discovered two new rust nests in the two upper corners of the engine compartment. Since Ragnhild has been standing on a steep mountain for half a year, with his nose ahead, the water runs, that after raining in the Mo It just stops there because the inclination of the vehicle is too big. I would never have come up with that, and I wonder: Were there similar moments in your career as a motorist, where just the flat hand goes to the forehead? Lieb Gruss Oli