was actually jolly good fun, glad I was wearing a seatbelt mind.
It does however point out the inherent dangers of owning a series / second hand motor.
As it banged its way floorward I was somewhat peturbed to find that a *very* rusty razor blade had come dislodged from grief knows where and managed to ebed itself (pointy bit first) in the seat between my legs.
I have no idea where that came from, nor have I been able to find anymore, or any suspicious rusty blade shaped holes in the rustwork.
the way I see it is that this was a very apt message from Petro himself, "if you want to hurt me, fine... remember I can hurt you also"
