The Purple Pisspot.
This was the name given to my mum's Ford Escort estate which I had the pleasure of driving just after I'd passed my test.
It was to introduce me to the joys of insurance paperwork.
Within a month of passing, some woman reversed into the front of the car, putting a nice crease in it.
One week later, somebody else did exactly the same thing.
The next week, somebody pulled out of a junction into the left front wing, creasing that.
Less than a week later than that, I'd just parked up, and about to put the key in to lock it, when some twat thought he could play chicken with a bus found out he couldn't, shunted into the rear pushing the car ten feet up the road. (He'd been drinking, wish I'd had the thought to just call the plod.)
By this time, when I called up the insurance, told them my name, they just said,
"We'll get the paperwork straight out to you!"

I finally put my own mark on it though. When we had the heavy winds of '89 (I think- not the really big storm of 87) I opened the door to have it ripped out of my hand by the wind and bent it parallel with the bonnet.
So every panel was dented. I'm sure I remember something happening to the roof as well!

Great car for a teenage horny type though. Back seats down and a blanket gave almost six foot of double bed space!
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 15:46, Reply)