Okay, so I remember when I broke the rules.
I will come clean. I have been to court. I have been in that dock. Guilty as charged, my Lord.
My crime? A driving offence.
I bought an old Triumph Spitfire for £300 from a friend. It was off the road and needed some work doing, which my friend couldn’t afford at the time: a new exhaust, a bit of welding on the sills, and there was a tear in the soft top. It was dark green. It was love at first sight. I quickly got the repairs done (I paid someone to do it, I didn’t do it myself, important to get that straight). I had to get it MOTd, so I booked it in a local garage. I had to drive it to the garage, but I had to get some fuel from the petrol station first. As it happens, a police car pulled in at the same time, and they noticed that I wasn’t displaying a tax disc. Of course I didn’t have insurance or MOT either. Hence, I’m in court, in the dock. They were hard on me. They were hard on me. I got a big fine, which took me about two years to pay off in installments. I sold the car for £500.00.
I am now thinking of other vehicles I have owned. It has been an eventful and at times traumatic relationship, so much so that I’m going to devote the next section to it.
Is this weird?
To cut a long story short: