Shit off a Shovel

I would expect that this thing was one of the fastest cars I'd owned up to then, the throaty roar of that questionable exhaust and the SOAS performance (Shit off a shovel), combined with the slight leakage of petrol into the boot made for exciting drives through the country lanes surrounding Edge Hill college in the rolling hills of Ormskirk, Lancashire.

I'd installed my tape deck and mini-speakers on the dashboard, which still had a smattering of the adhesive backing from the fur fabric that had obviously once adorned 90% of the interior of this fine vehicle. The constant smell of petrol and the slight worry of the thing exploding during high revving manouevers did little to detract from the core excitement of what basically was a very fun car. It looked silly, drove great and was extremely fast and dangerous, Ideal for a born again teenager like myself.