"Needless to say, I had the last laugh"Celebrity autobiographies are filled to the brim with self-righteous tales of smug oneupmanship. So, forget you had any shame, grab a coffee and a croissant, and tell us your smug tales of when you got one over somebody.
Thanks to Ring of Fire for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 3 Feb 2011, 12:55)
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My mum tells similar tales, minus the crashing, of the days when my dad had a white XJS*. She'd just let whichever loon wanted to race get on with it on their own, and wave them off regally as they vanished over the horizon.
* 5.somethingL V12, although that's croissant and balcony territory, and a similar petrol problem to the OP's Rover...
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LPG conversion...... you know you want to.
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It wasa 5.3.
My Dad had a Daimler double-six in the early 80's, which had the same engine.
Around town you'd get about 8mpg. Today, it'd cost you about £120 to fill up, and unless you were carefull you'd get 150 miles out of that.
(edit) It was also monkeyshit yellow, like OP's car. The official name was 'turmeric', but we called it Tumoric, as it looked like pus.
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Not Pineapple anymore, Thu 10 Feb 2011, 11:18,
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