kingkurt

Well, I was quite happy driving back from London tonight...

Speeding down the M20 without a worry in the world

Slayer on the player at full volume, Radar detector watching my back, speedo showing 120 plus ... all was good. Then I noticed a faint glow at my arsend in the wing mirror...

Fukit, whatever it is cant be important I thought and carried on

I turned off the motorway and slowed down to a steady 60 and felt a very uneasy shudder in the underbelly of my beloved shitbox.

When I reached hometown the shudder turned into a severe banging and the faint glow had now become a tail of fireworks

MY EXHAUST WAS ON FIRE!!! - Fuk!

I pulled over to find I had nothing left but a huge smouldering dog-end of a tail pipe and realised why my feet had been so hot!

Eventually I got home after letter her cool down and suffering over 20 minutes of driving a four wheeled Howitzer through town.

Fuk - there goes my Saturday, out with the mig welder and the scaffold poles again - hahahah


>K<