As winter arrives, we’re still working at full power to keep every diesel running smoothly. A quick notice: our services are available until December 20th, after which we take a well-deserved break. 🎅🔧 We return on December 29th. If you want your diagnostics, DPF cleaning or AI-powered live-data analysis done before the holidays, now is the perfect time to book! Modern diagnostics that talk to you – not just beep. www.andras-services.com

It’s Friday. That sacred moment of the week when the only item left on most people’s to-do list is: “Survive until pub o’clock.” Our familiar friend — the dad who started the week on the bus, lived through two universes on Tuesday, and finally understood the bus driver’s trauma on Wednesday — is ready to relax. He deserves it. He’s earned it. He walks into the pub with the posture of a man who has survived limp mode, missed regenerations, screaming kids and slow lorries. But

Giving thanks :)

It’s Thursday. That magical day when the universe finally lets you breathe a little. Everything works. Everything responds. Everything just… flows. Since Monday’s DPF cleaning, your car has been stronger than ever. It bites, it pulls, it breathes, it lives — with a turbo whistle so confident it could win a talent show. Ahead of you, a smoky, slow, wobbling lorry is crawling along. Normally, this is when you sigh, accept your fate, and settle into the pace of a bored snail. Bu

This Mercedes came in with all the classic “DPF drama” symptoms… but the live data told a different story. Fuel pressure issue — most likely caused by a fuel filter that hasn’t been changed in so long, even the service history gave up remembering it. Before diving into pumps, regulators and rail pressure sensors, there’s one golden rule: 🔧 Always start with the fuel filter. It’s cheap, fast, and it can fix exactly this kind of hesitation, limp mode, and poor starting. Next s

Today’s adventure on the ramps… This Ford came in because its old DPF failed the MOT — it simply stopped filtering soot and decided to retire early. So up on the ramps it went, ready for a fresh new DPF. Only one tiny problem: the old one was held in place by bolts so rusty they were basically part of the Earth’s crust. But hey, that’s why battery-powered angle grinders exist! ⚡️🔧 A few sparks later and— freedom. And honestly… I’m truly grateful no one called the police on m

It’s Wednesday. That magical midpoint of the week when everyone is tired, sarcastic, and spiritually already in bed. But there’s ONE man who’s been quietly laughing since Monday. The bus driver. And no, that wink he gave you yesterday wasn’t kindness. It was trauma bonding. Because here’s the story he didn’t tell you — but WE will. 🎭 The Tragedy of Last Friday (Comedy Edition) Picture this: Friday evening. Everyone’s brain is already halfway to the pub, including his. He pre

It’s Tuesday. Yesterday’s chaos is now just a fading memory, and this morning you decide to take the bus. Because your car… well… made a sad little creak behind the house — a reminder that you still haven’t called Andras Services. You step onto the bus. The driver glances at you… And then he winks. For a moment it feels good — it’s Tuesday, after all, and someone is finally being nice to you. Then suddenly, like a lightning bolt: “Bloody hell… my car is still broken.” And the

Let me tell you about the day I saw 700°C inside a DPF… with a broken vaporiser. The Ford in question had a known issue: the vaporiser wasn’t injecting any diesel, and the ECU had logged the fault. By all logic, regeneration should have failed. But that day, it didn’t. Well, it looked like it didn’t. Because right as the ECU kicked off the regen cycle, temperatures in the DPF started climbing fast. 500… 600… 680… Boom. 700°C. With a dead vaporiser. For a moment, even I though

New day, new hopes! It’s Monday — the universe’s “soft reset,” when everyone boots up a little slower than usual. People shuffle around the kitchen with their coffee mugs like life-support devices, still longing for yesterday’s peaceful Sunday pulse. And honestly… who can blame them? Eventually, though, they make it to that inevitable step: – kid in the car – bag tossed somewhere in the back – key in the ignition – “let’s survive this week” mode activated And then, at the ver

It’s Sunday. Most people switch off… I try to. But you know how it is: when you’ve spent 30 years around engines, even a slightly sooty tailpipe in the car park starts whispering differential pressure values into your brain. This week had its fair share of surprises. A Range Rover proving yet again that a sticking throttle body can ruin a perfectly good regeneration far more effectively than the DPF ever could. Another car showing beautiful live data… which, of course, had no

Introduction If you’re reading this, there’s a good chance you’ve met a yellow or red engine light that glows with the same stubborn persistence as passive aggression in a bad relationship. And I’m Andras — the guy who has been trying to understand since 1994 why diesel engines sometimes decide to get offended by the world. And sometimes… I actually do understand them. The Story So Far (and How It Usually Goes) Back in ’94, diagnostics were basically: – “Andras, do you hear t