My friend's bright orange mini
Rebuilt by him and his father, he finally got it on the road, and was as pleased as punch. Rightly so, it was a sweet motor. We lived in Bedford at the time, and one night he called me in a state of some distress.

Seems he'd been looking for a cassette, or fiddling with the radio (this was 1985 - my mental facilities are failing at my advanced age), and not paying attention to the direction of the car. He strayed too close to the side of the road, and his front wheels went either side of a drive-way cut out. With the low-slung gearbox, the mini didn't stand a chance against the sharply-rising kerb, and the orange mini stopped dead.

I was there as the low-loader took it away. The AA man was quite a wag - when putting down on the form the reason for the call-out, he suggested "terminal oil leak." My friend went from crestfallen to heartbroken.

If by any chance you're reading this, Johnnie P, WTF happened to you? And are you still a dick?
(IHaveComeAmongThee__Twice Tissues on the left. Self-esteem on the right., Fri 23 Apr 2010, 10:16, Reply)