the adlards

On a good straight the throaty roar of the engine is like a whole herd of hungry lions at the thought of a good English breakfast. Reverse parking is a bit like the same herd of lions with a shared and synchronised speach impediment. ROAR. ROA. RO.ROA (Oops, begin again) R-O-A-R. ROA. RO. ROA. ROA. R. RO. R-R-R. Not as impressive. Actually a bit bloody annoying, but hey at least I know what it sounds like now. I think he was struggling with the length. Perhaps he was just a rubbish driver.

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