The Scrapyard man, the Scrapyard!
Like most people in England I drive a car. Its not a big car or a flashy car, but is a reasonable Japanese blue affair thats gets me around the place and costs me too much (giving me much welcomed opportunities to moan and complain and bleat at various times of the year). Its a good arrangement and I am happy with it. When my car gets old, and stops working I will scrap it. I, and let me make this absolutely clear, have no emotional attachment to my car.
Tragically though, some people do. Some background here. About 4 or 5 months ago, I was driving quite slowly in the middle lane of the M1 coming back into London. It may or may not have been somewhere around Luton, not sure. Could have been further out. One stretch of the M1 looks much the same as another.
Anyway, in the left hand lane appeared a mark1 Cortina. The driver was a middle aged man in a baseball cap. The cap was turned the wrong way. The signs were not good. On the back windscreen was written the legend 'RATMAN: KILLING IS MY BUSINESS AND BUSINESS IS GOOD'. Now, this may seem like I jumped to an unnacceptable conclusion about this man but I took an instant dislike to him. When I was 17, one of my best mates, in his Ford Escort (with blacked out windows) had BASS: THE FINAL FRONTIER on his back windscreen. Obviously this was pathetic, as he would now admit, but if it was pathetic for a 17 year old boy racer to do this, what does that make Ratman? A man in his 40s? Driving an ancient car?
Possibly I am being harsh, and if anyone knows Ratman and he is a nice fella I really do apologise, but its the whole doing up the old car thing I don't get. Things get old. You throw them away. Why are some people so obsessed with doing things up? Let them go, PLEASE!
Tragically though, some people do. Some background here. About 4 or 5 months ago, I was driving quite slowly in the middle lane of the M1 coming back into London. It may or may not have been somewhere around Luton, not sure. Could have been further out. One stretch of the M1 looks much the same as another.
Anyway, in the left hand lane appeared a mark1 Cortina. The driver was a middle aged man in a baseball cap. The cap was turned the wrong way. The signs were not good. On the back windscreen was written the legend 'RATMAN: KILLING IS MY BUSINESS AND BUSINESS IS GOOD'. Now, this may seem like I jumped to an unnacceptable conclusion about this man but I took an instant dislike to him. When I was 17, one of my best mates, in his Ford Escort (with blacked out windows) had BASS: THE FINAL FRONTIER on his back windscreen. Obviously this was pathetic, as he would now admit, but if it was pathetic for a 17 year old boy racer to do this, what does that make Ratman? A man in his 40s? Driving an ancient car?
Possibly I am being harsh, and if anyone knows Ratman and he is a nice fella I really do apologise, but its the whole doing up the old car thing I don't get. Things get old. You throw them away. Why are some people so obsessed with doing things up? Let them go, PLEASE!
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