This morning as I awoke from my slumber, I was greeted by my next door neighbour poking his head through the window and shouting "Oi fat boy, there's a Golf on fire down the road". Needless to say I was up like Usain Bolt, boxers on, belly out, panicking like f**k, trying to unlock my front door...... I ran outside to be greeted to this,
I couldn't help but let out a huge sigh of relief. But that relief soon to turned to empathy when I realised it was someone else's pride of joy. Luckily the owner had TPFT and we quickly started making jokes with the fire crew, that really it had saved him the job of torching of it himself
The owner went on to explain that as they drove down the road he noticed a feint buzzing noise from the engine bay, but no discernible problem, he carried on driving for a further mile
before he noticed a musty, smoky smell, with that recognition smoke started to bellow through the glove box and vents........and the rest is history!
Another one committed to the scrapyard heaven
