A deer took a suicide leap into my Mini over a month ago. I got it back today after extensive damage. For five beautiful minutes i drove the pristine valeted beast to his next destination of the MOT Centre. "The old gang's back together, " I said as I patted the steering wheel.
Yeah I'm not so chuffed with him now. All brakey stuff was corroded and my MOT cost me enough money to buy a new flippin' car.
Still, I won't stay mad for long. How could I?