Picture the scene,
Walk out of the front door this morning 5am, in the process of making mental notes for things to do today.
So I turn to the 997 to give a quick admiring glance before i jump in Merc. I freeze.
Its covered in bird poop and not talking the milky white stuff which goes away with rain. Im talking full blown warheads!
I begin counting and give up after 9. Then I turn to the others cars on the drive expecting to see a partially recoverable wreckage.
But..... nothing. not even a single hit. Not even splash back from the 911 bombing, nothing on the floor. We are not talking small cars either a c class and an XJ. Both completely immaculate.
I slowly turn back to the 997 to soak in the carnage one more time. It seems like a targeted hit, a precision operation carried out by some rogue elite pigeon seal team, probably hired by some rich farmer pigeons to enact some kind of revenge or something and Im just caught up in some case of mistaken identity.
who knows.....
Walk out of the front door this morning 5am, in the process of making mental notes for things to do today.
So I turn to the 997 to give a quick admiring glance before i jump in Merc. I freeze.
Its covered in bird poop and not talking the milky white stuff which goes away with rain. Im talking full blown warheads!
I begin counting and give up after 9. Then I turn to the others cars on the drive expecting to see a partially recoverable wreckage.
But..... nothing. not even a single hit. Not even splash back from the 911 bombing, nothing on the floor. We are not talking small cars either a c class and an XJ. Both completely immaculate.
I slowly turn back to the 997 to soak in the carnage one more time. It seems like a targeted hit, a precision operation carried out by some rogue elite pigeon seal team, probably hired by some rich farmer pigeons to enact some kind of revenge or something and Im just caught up in some case of mistaken identity.
who knows.....