This is, in it's entirety, the story of my car. There is no hidden metaphors anywhere, it is not an actual story or anything. Last year, I bought a car. This year it died a terrible death.
This is the story of this car's life, while under my care.
And no, I was not the cause of it's death. It died of it's own accord.
I will start this off by pointing out that I don't actually know much about mechanics. I only know the names of all these things, and what they do, because it has gone wrong and I've had to fix it (get someone else to fix it, that is).
Getting The Car
I used to have a 2006 BMW X3. I loved that car, but it didn't really love me back. Or at least, if it did, it showed it's affection in mechanic's bills. I spent just over £500 getting it through it's MOT, and then it developed an issue that would have cost several thousand to fix. So it was forced to get me through until I could get another car, and then laid to rest in the scrap yard in the sky.
The car I replaced it with was a 2011 Mitsubishi ASX. It looked pretty much identical to my BMW, which is one of the reasons I went for it. Facebook Marketplace, listed for £950. I took my dad, drove to go and see it, and he managed to get the guy to knock £100 off the price because the exhaust wasn't really actually attached to the car. In fact, it was completely rusted through, and wasn't doing anything other than dangling there.
So I had a new car, at the end of June 2024, for £850 (plus the cost of getting a new exhaust). Fun story, before I fitted the new exhaust, and was driving round for a few weeks with only half of one, if I had the back seats down I would have to have the windows open, because it pumped the exhaust fumes into the car and it would give me a terrible headache.
The Wicker Man
The first major issues of this car presented themselves in August 2024, when I drove my brother and best friend to Alton Towers, a full 3 hours away. The drive there was fine, other than the engine warning light coming on while on the motorway. I've always kind of run on the basis that an orange engine warning light is telling you to watch out, and a red engine warning light is telling you to stop. At this point, I was about half an hour away from Alton Towers, so there was no point in turning around.
It was on the way back that the problems occurred. Turns out the engine warning light was there for a reason. Check DPF showed up too. Which basically means, your car is broken. I pulled out of Alton Towers' car park in limp mode. Managed to get to a really dodgy pub car park in the middle of nowhere, and finally managed to get the AA out to me. The man who showed up plugged his mechanic's computer into my car, and found more faults. Eventually he managed to 'trick' my car into thinking the DPF had been fixed, told me to take the car to a mechanic when I got home, and to blast out the exhaust on the motorway (lower gear, so high revs).
It drove fine for a further two hours or so. It went back into limp mode as I was overtaking a lorry, which I promptly was no longer overtaking, and slowly fell in behind it. Luckily, I was pretty much at a service station exit, so drifted straight in, and parked up. I left Alton Towers at 6pm. It was already 10:30pm at this point. The AA showed up again at 1am. They were apparently really busy, and couldn't get to us any sooner. I complained profusely. However, because they were so busy, the person they sent was actually a lorry repair person. His lorry computer would not talk to my car. I was told I would need to arrange recovery, and get the car towed the rest of the way home.
Recovery arrived at 4:30/5am. We got home at 6am. A full 12 hours after setting out on the 3 hour journey home.
The car went to the garage, had a new EGR valve solenoid (I don't know what this is, but apparently it was stopping the car from doing a DPF regen) fitted, and then the DPF issue was pretty much sorted.
When we went to Alton Towers, The Wicker Man ride was shut, as it was broken. Hence, my brother nicknamed my car The Wicker Man, and it has been known as such ever since.
Oil
The title is pretty self explanatory.
In October 2024 I had a orange light come up. Check Engine Oil Level. It didn't specifically state that the oil level was low, just that I needed to check it. And I did, and it was fine. But every time I turned my car on, the same warning came up. I eventually grew used to the beeping every time I turned the car on.
Until it was accompanied with a red Low Oil Pressure. This came with the same logic as before – Check Engine Oil Level was orange, and seemed to show no actual issues. Low Oil Pressure was red. Red is bad. I was parked up not long after this light first showed up, and I noticed oil under my car. So I checked it again, and it was dangerously low. So, I bought some oil, put it in, and the Low Oil Pressure light went away.
Until it came back again.
I took the car to my mechanic. We checked the oil level there, and it was pretty much empty. So he put some oil in. And we watched it all immediately drip out of the bottom of the car.
Turned out to be a leaking oil filter. In the grand scheme of things, quite an easy and cheap fix.
The Check Engine Oil Level light turned out to be a faulty sensor. It continued to pop up every time I turned the car on, even though the oil level was fine.
The Calm Before the Storm
After the Alton Towers and the oil incidents, the car was absolutely fine for about 8 months. The brakes were starting to get really quite squeaky, and I was certain they could probably do with replacing.
Turns out, all four wheels needed new pads and discs. The rear wheels also needed handbrake shoes.
So I bought the parts. Me, my Dad, and two of our friends planned on sorting the brakes, as we had all the stuff to do it, and I didn't want to pay to get someone else to do it when we could do it ourselves.
Everything went absolutely fine, other than the handbrake shoes. They were incredibly fiddly, and after doing the rear brakes, the handbrake wasn't necessarily doing much anymore. So back to the mechanic, with the simple request that he tighten the handbrake (and check the front calliper, as it seemed like it was seized).
Everything is NOT Okay
When my mechanic took the car for a quick test drive, to check the calliper, he messaged fairly quickly.
The turbo has gone. How have you been driving this?
Turns out, the turbo went pretty much as he pulled away, so although I dropped the car off absolutely 'fine', when it was driven away it was no longer fine. It made an almighty noise, and had very little power behind it.
As it turns out, replacing the turbo is very expensive.
On top of that, the oil level that had been fairly consistent since the oil leak? The oil level had risen, suggesting that diesel was getting into the oil. In case you were wondering, that is not good.
So the solution was to get a new car. I found a 2008 Mitsubishi Outlander that looked very good, and I do now have that car. But first, I had to get my car back from the mechanic, so I could park it up to let it retire (until the scrap prices rise, and then it can go and join my beloved BMW in the scrap yard in the sky).
Driving it home with a broken turbo was great fun. The journey home had a lot of hills as well. Plus, the smell of burning oil accompanied me the whole way back. To top it all off, halfway home, the Check DPF System warning came back up again, harkening back to the dreaded trip to Alton Towers.
Nevertheless, it made it home, and is now parked up, never to face the road again (unless it is on the back of a lorry on the way to the scrap yard).
RIP Mitsubishi ASX
It lasted just under a year. I bought it on 23rd June 2024. I parked it up for the last time on 13th June 2025.
And cost me probably more than I originally paid for it in repairs in the meantime.
My fingers are crossed that my new car will last me longer!
Anyway, that's all for now...
Bye!