I'd not had it a week until I'd had a smash on Edgeley near the Royal Oak. Money was tight so I had to buy various coloured used body parts from Romoco near the college all fixed on with pigeon shit welding.
It wasn't unusual to see me running alongside down the road trying to jumpstart it on my own.
I can remember the exhaust falling off and driving up Brinksway like I was in a tank!
Kids don't seem to have such adventures with cars these days.