Opel Kadett City 1.2 owned by my Mom, then sold to a colleague of my Dads who got a skinfull and parked it half way up a lampost causing severe back injuries. A copper by the way!
We're running out of resources but we're still addicted to our automobiles. Is there a cure for this dread disease?
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Furthermore there was the Gold Kadett saloon that my Mom nearly killed us in one Saturday morning overtaking on a blind hill crest and the Kadett City (BOC 924 T) which was sold to a neighbour who also had a chat with a lampost!
Oh! What about the Opel Rekord that Dad put through a fence into a field on the Pembrokeshire coast road with my Bro in the passenger seat.
Not forgetting whilst piloting BOC 924 T that Mom collided with the car in front of her in a queue of traffic one morning. She braked so hard she broke off the brake pedal!
And then there was the night my self and a bunch of mates went out to get a Chinese takeaway and got into a car chase with a bunch of lads in a stolen Ford Granada!
Jesus! no more fucking Opels thanks!!!
The above was in my Opel Ascona 2.0 Berlina.
this photo is amazing, not only because it's got a weird square size and the composition is pretty pucker, but if you look closely and long enough at the car itself, with it's out-turned wheels and big white lamp eyes, you feel like it almost wants to tell you something.
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