Son and father go to look at the small car. The father imagines that perhaps a fuse has blown, there is supposed to be an extra fuse box underneath the seat.
The tools from the workshop in the basement are in a red tool container, some screwdrivers, a set of torx bis for the ratchet system. The constructors of the little black car hardly used the normal hexagonal bolts at all.
There are hundreds of people walking the Landshut streets, all those who had not gone on holidays elsewhere in the world because of the fear of viral contagion. They are all enjoying their time off at home.
The car is parked at the side of a square with a church on it . The church choir and the organ can be heard , and the sermon just faintly. The bolts holding the seats are removed, that was easy. And the following bolts are easy two, but the last two cannot be reached. And the secondary fuse box is supposed to be under the seat. There is a storage box in front of those last two bolts which has been riveted into place.
The son expresses frustration.
Then everything has to be reassembled again.
Check on the other fuse box, the one under the steering column. See that a lead has come adrift.
It is no longer fastened.
Pack up the tools again, and return home. It will be necessary to find out where that lead should be attached to.
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