First an intermittent sheesh sheesh. Not ominous but not lekker neither. What’s that sheesh sheesh? asked Jess. Searched all under the left front from whence it seemeth to emanate, but nothing. It stopped.
Then later, hours later, the ominous faint clunk under the left front. Feels likes that faint clunk is under me, Daddy, says Jess in the passenger seat. Damn! I haydit, as Friderichs used to say. It stopped.
And started again. It was the propshaft. No, the brakes. No, the wheel bearing.
A second opinion from Mtinzini’s Dennis said it wasn’t the brakes, so we’re starting with wheel bearings.
Nee man.