Dad's Precious

About a week or 2 ago, dad was coming back from a golf game in some far away place and it was raining heavily. He hit a pothole that was right smack in the middle of the road and burst (BURST, not punctured) his tyre. Heck, he claims he wasn't speeding, but how on earth do you burst a tyre without speeding by just going over a pothole? His tyre literally became little shreds of rubber.

Dad had to have his poor precious car towed, and on top of that, they couldn't tow it from the back as usual because his front wheel was out. To make things worse, remember, it was raining too.

Eventually AAM did the work and dad tipped them a few 100 under the pretence that it was raining, and because they took so much time and put in so much effort (i still think it's too much of a tip though).

Dad sent the car in to get it repaired. Perhaps this was all meant to be, because while repairing the mechanics found that his car's was spoilt. Anyways, dad was really happy today, cuz the thinga-ma-jig that got spoilt finally came in from Germany today so he should be able to get his dear precious back soon :)

Men love cars. Women love furniture. That's just how the world works.