A car
When I was 18, I did some moonl;ighting at a company famous for developing racing games. We were pulling an all-nighter and I was chatting to one of the programmers about the random shit you chat about at 4 in the morning, when you haven't slept in 20-odd hours.

he happened to mention that his (rediculously fit) wife was due back from Iceland (the country, not the Scouse-bird endorsed shop) and he had to get rid of his "project car" before she got back. I asked what this project car was. Turns out it was a B-reg Cavlier SRi that had had the engine bored out to a 2-litre, a massive turbo and intercooler fitted and only needed "a bit of work" to get it roadworthy.

So i said "I'll buy it, if you like?"
He said "sure make me an offer
Joking, i said "twenty quid?"
Alright, says he.

And so I became the proud owner of my first car. Insurance was a little under a grand (this was 14 years ago) thrid party only, with none of the mods declared. But I loved it.

Some scrote robbed it 15 days later, though I'd like to think that said scrote died a sa result, since the brakes didn't really work and the seatbelts didn't work at all...
(ScousersPet, Thu 21 May 2009, 13:52, 2 replies)

fook!
Surely you get prose-me-cuted?
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Thu 21 May 2009, 14:50, closed)

I had a C reg Cav SRi for about 3 months many years ago - it was nicked four times, each time found less than five miles away from where it was taken.
(Freakmandu, Thu 21 May 2009, 17:34, closed)