With cheese.
Thraped my mk2 16v over to the girlfriends house the other day, parked it at the top her drive, congratulated myself at achieving such a mindblowing record breaking time from my place to hers before getting out of the car and going inside.
Left my phone in the car, so went to retrieve it about and hour later.
Came outside, car seemed to be missing.
Right, use brain, where did you leave the car.
Right here, im sure i did.
Ok, WHERE THE F**K is my car, lots of pacing up and down.
After brief search, car found to located in bush at bottom of driveway, disks had cooled from the earlier thrapeage and as such the handbrake released and as pillock brain (me) didnt put it in gear it rolled down the drive, into a wall, across the road and into a hedge.
Smashed my M3 crystal rear clusters, bent the rear Big Bumper, knocked a dent in the corner of the car, rippled the quarter panel, scraped the rear wheel arch, ripped the front arch off.
So, todays lesson, leave it in gear amigos!
Im off to cry now and scrap/set fire to my beloved 16v.
