I swear, no one in Britain has suffered more at the hands of one man and his ridiculous Mini than me. Every time I pull out onto the road, there he is lurking about like some sort of motoring curse.
People laugh, but being shoved into a f*cking fountain and having water shooting out your exhaust pipe while crowds stand around gawping, IS NOT FUNNY. That actually happened. I spent two days drying the seats out after that little stunt. Then there was the time he swerved straight into that music van and somehow I ended up taking the worst of it while instruments were flying everywhere like a brass band explosion.
And don’t forget the river incident. One minute I’m driving along peacefully, next thing I know I’m floating downstream because that twat can’t go five minutes without causing absolute chaos. The man drives like the Highway Code is merely a suggestion.
Mind you, I finally got myself a bit of satisfaction. Watching him get completely obsessed with destroying my car, only for it all to backfire on him in the end? The jerk even had to pay for his entire car again at Dickie Diddles after I crushed it into a cube lol! That’s karma, about time!
Apart from that, it's INFURIATING!!! He sees my three wheels and suddenly it’s like his target practice. I’m basically a prop in his daily disaster routine, like I can't go anywhere without getting drenched, flipped on my side or destroying public fixtures. Insurance won’t even take my calls seriously anymore. Soon as I say “Green and black mini”, they sigh and transfer me straight through to claims.
Amazing Car, just amazing