You’d be scared to take out your Vauxhall Chevette automatic, or your Austin Maxi 1750 auto....
When Dublin Drummer was born, my Dad said "Now you've got a baby coming, you can't be buggering about on a motor bike (Honda 400 Automatic!), you learn to drive and I'll get you car. He got me a classic Ford Escort, white. Loved it, had a radio and everything.
When I came to sell it the bloke at the showroom said it looks in great nick, we'll get your new car ready and bring this in tomorrow."
That night after work I was in a traffic jam at the lights in Levenshulme and a car came up behind me a crashed into the back of me!
"Stupid cunt! I've sold this and now look at it, you bastard, what do you mean you skidded!! We're in a fucking traffic jam!!", etc etc.
Spent the night banging out the lumps and dents with a rubber mallet. Quite a few white paint chips missing etc.
Tippex sorted them out...
Tomorrow came and I took it into the showroom and the guy around the back said, "where have you left it".
"In the space by the wall at the front..."