She went to her shop in the Prelude, I went off in the Integra to buy her present(s).
The things I was going to buy weren't right, so I was gift-less. Grumpy, I came home to find a message on the answerphone: the Lude had broken down. I went out to fiddle with it. No joy.
I tried to get something else for her birthday. That didn't work, either. Meanwhile, I found out that the money that was supposed to be in the bank from the sale of two guitars had not yet arrived.
Still no joy with the Prelude, so I decided to tow it home.
The bar is a short one and the driveway where the car had been left is very, very humpy and isn't quite wide enough to turn round in one go. I hooked everything up and started the Teg. The person in the towed car was looking more at where we were supposed to be going than watching what was happening to the bar. The two cars touched, corner to corner - just as we reached one of the humps. We were slewed sidewards and the cars locked, the valances crushing each other a bit like a knuckle joint. Cue lots of sweary words.
The bar was jammed solid and it took ages to separate them. We towed the Lude to a nearby trading estate, left it and went home to get ready to go out for a birthday dinner.
The day finished at three in the morning when I woke up feeling weak and sick. Even the meal had upset me.
The Prelude's plastic rear valance recovered its shape and has only scuff marks. That's a bit of good news at least. The Integra did not fare so well:-
so sorry to hear this buddy
It was angled away from the car so the top looked further away than the bottom was, if that makes sense.
