Many years back
...I had a Nissan Sunny. A beaten up Nissan Sunny. In fact, it may have been that long ago that it was a Datsun Sunny.

The exhaust had blown a long time ago, and so I set to work with a Coke can and gaffer tape. Found where the hole was, cut the can open with some tin snips, wrapped it around the hole and gaffered it all back (over and over and over).
The gaffer tape melted and did quite a good job of holding it all in place.

A few weeks after this a new bakery had opened in our village. My brother-in-law (to be) was a bit older than me (I was 17), and that meant that he'd had a job - in the same building as the bakery, when it was something else instead of a bakery - he seemed to remember that the big shed out the back didn't have a lock on it. We summised that this must be where they held all the stock for the new bakery.

It was about 1am and we were hungry.

We covertly drove the Datsun round to the back of the bakery building, got out and walked up to the shed. Sure enough - no lock. We walked in (I can't remember if we had masks, but this was a serious burglary for us - we'd never done anything like it before or since), opened up the freezer and viola! Hundreds of donuts and danishes! Wooohooo.

We stacked them up in the car and in true 'Dukes of Hazzard' style wheelspinned away - and expertly undoing the coke-can fix of the exhaust - at around 1.30am. A quick look in the rear view mirror would show me that that we were not the only ones that could hear this bloody awful exhaust noise of a (circa) 1980 Datsun Sunny.

Still, though, we made our escape and crept into my parents house (for it was there where I lived at the ripe old age of 17).

We must have been making just as much noise in the kitchen because my mum got up and shouted "What the bloody hell are you two laughing at". To her suprise, we told her and offered her a newly defrosted doughnut from the microwave.

"Where did those come from?" she asked.

We told her.

Que, 10 mins later having to dip the clutch in an attempt to keep the exhause noise down as we slowly crept back up the gravel road to the back of the bakery to put our ill-gotten gains back in the freezer.

I didn't wheelspin away that time.

I did, get another Coke can though, and that one lasted nearly 6 months.
(dchurch bah, Tue 25 Aug 2009, 7:31, Reply)