My Unlucky Car.

I brought it for one thousand pounds in 1982 Second hand you understand not new. No it wasn't an Austin or ford, humble three wheeler, plastic pig to me and you. I was the proudest person on the road, four months later, i was many off the road. Because it was so light the wind caught it like a kite. It skidded on its side rolled on its roof, with witness gaping for living proof After the damage was assessed ,Ifelt like wringing the mechanics neck. One hundred fifty pounds scrap, five hundred pounds repair, I left in deep despair. Eventually Ihad it repaired drove one year accident free. Four months later I passed my test, so I did what I thought was best. I sold it for five hundred and borrowed the rest. Though fate was to strike again, this time a fork lift was to blame. Again the damage was five hundred, so the new owner did the same. Except bringing her back from repair she bolted, like a startled mare. A blow out was the course, a ditch the only course. So if you see lal865p look and stare and thank your lucky stars, she wasn't yours.