Death on the road
A few years ago a friend of mine was moving out of his rented house. As he couldn’t drive he asked me to hire a van and help move the stuff to another friend’s house.
No problem
I hired a fuggin big van, long wheel base, high top, etc. Anyway, we get the van loaded up with his furniture and it was a lot of furniture. The van was full of everything he owned.
Having reached our other friend’s house, we parked it up outside, on the side of the road, went in, had a cuppa and a quick smoke.

Being lazy bastards, it was decided the best course of action would be to get the van as close to the house as we could so we wouldn’t have to carry it that far. The problem was the driveway was very narrow.

Feeling confident, after looking from the cab at the width of the driveway and having another sneeky smoke, I decided I could do it no problem. I will be the reversing king!!

So, I stuck the van in reverse so I could get in position to back it the drive.

I checked my mirrors, all clear. I guess rather than reversing, I kind of charged backwards and smashed straight into the front of my friend’s mum’s most beloved Morris Minor (which is a lot narrower than a huge van). She’d parked up when we were sitting in ther van and hadn’t realised.


The Morris Minor looked ok(ish) I thought it’d be fine. It turns out that I’d bent the chassis and fucked it completely.

My friend’s Mum hates me for killing her car
( real i'm not happy 'til you're not happy, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 16:50, Reply)