You just can't seem to kill some cars...
Last Friday, my daughter left her car parked in a railway carpark at the local station while she took the train to work and stayed the night with a friend.
Saturday morning a call from the police to say her car had been found on it's roof, causing a few moment's concern until it was explained it had go there courtesy of some rapscallions in a moment of youthful exuberance testing their manly strength on the poor car.
What to do? Call a recovery flat top?
Of course not, when there's a CGT in the area...
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