Some prick only went and rammed into the back of my car last night.
There I was, driving along through the country lanes, following some tosshole towing a car at an average speed of 15mph, who refused to pull over and let the stream of several hundred cars past him (total of cars has been exagerated for dramatic effect) when some knob jockey slams into my ass.
Quite a jolt too, but somehow my car doesn’t even have a scratch on it. His Fiat had a severly squashed headlight, but mine looks just like new – bar the several layers of caked on dirt of course.
He was nice enough in fairness, lucky it wasn’t an X5 or a Landcrusier I guess. Then I’d have had some marks on my car.