Marwood
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I'm sure there is a German phrase which sums up the feeling.
You have a great meeting with clients and finish early. The sun is blazing and your shiny GS is sat, fully fuelled, waiting in the car park. You decide to take the long way home, through beautiful countryside and via great roads, listening to radio reports of endless tailbacks on practically every other route in Britain. The numpty in the bubble car turns off - revealing a glorious ribbon of twisty, well surfaced tarmac. Drop a couple of gears. Make swift progress. Savour the moment. Roll up behind pootling convertible...wait for a safe place to over-
BANG.
HOLY FK?!!
I've just hit a house brick. In the middle of the road. A house brick. WHATTHEHELL??
I see the car in front go over it but just can't react quickly enough. The brick bounces under the GS and sounds like a grenade going off.
I haul off the road to look for damage, expecting cracked alloys and shattered spoilers...
Can't see anything, just a small scrape on the rim (annoying enough if you're OCD and would rather park in a different post code than risk a kerbing). Drive on, slowly and then stop again, neurotically looking for bulging sidewalls...Nope. Head home, good mood gone, and gradually let the speed creep up. At 70mph there is a distinct buzzing - enough to shake the rear view mirror. Switch lanes looking for smoother tarmac - bugger. Still there. Something is not right.
I've hurt my car.
Because somebody left a ******* BRICK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE A272!!
You have a great meeting with clients and finish early. The sun is blazing and your shiny GS is sat, fully fuelled, waiting in the car park. You decide to take the long way home, through beautiful countryside and via great roads, listening to radio reports of endless tailbacks on practically every other route in Britain. The numpty in the bubble car turns off - revealing a glorious ribbon of twisty, well surfaced tarmac. Drop a couple of gears. Make swift progress. Savour the moment. Roll up behind pootling convertible...wait for a safe place to over-
BANG.
HOLY FK?!!
I've just hit a house brick. In the middle of the road. A house brick. WHATTHEHELL??
I see the car in front go over it but just can't react quickly enough. The brick bounces under the GS and sounds like a grenade going off.
I haul off the road to look for damage, expecting cracked alloys and shattered spoilers...
Can't see anything, just a small scrape on the rim (annoying enough if you're OCD and would rather park in a different post code than risk a kerbing). Drive on, slowly and then stop again, neurotically looking for bulging sidewalls...Nope. Head home, good mood gone, and gradually let the speed creep up. At 70mph there is a distinct buzzing - enough to shake the rear view mirror. Switch lanes looking for smoother tarmac - bugger. Still there. Something is not right.
I've hurt my car.
Because somebody left a ******* BRICK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE A272!!