I remember coming across the scene of an accident early one Sunday morning except that the car was an Austin Maxi, which had come down a hill and smashed across a couple of traffic islands before embedding itself in some trees. Quite a lot of the gearbox and sump were scattered across the road in big pools of engine oil. Clearly the speed had been excessive for so much damage to be done. The driver, a young man in his twenties, was standing with his very angry-looking Dad, clearly wishing he wasn’t even on this planet as the car was being recovered.
There’s no way my own son will be allowed to drive my wife’s car until he’s in his mid twenties or older and he certainly won’t be allowed to drive my company car unsupervised at any age. I was once that age and I remember what I did to my Dad’s car; luckily he never looked underneath it….
