Back when i wiz eighteen my girl had an imp. Had a bag of cement inna front end to stop it getting blown about onna M27. We loaded it up with another couple to go camping inna Noo Forest an found out the clutch was fooked. Some way from camp onna way back from shoppin we cum to a hill. Me an the other fella got out to push it. Car crested the hill an the bint kept goin! Two hours later we trudged into camp, the girls couldn't unnerstand why we wuz a bit grumpy... Weren't that far were it? I'm much calmer these days
