My dad had a Vauxhall viva that he paid for with a case of beer , and that is no joke. It was so shit. I used to be mortified whenever he would pick me up from school, because it would ineviatbly fail to start when we tried to leave. It died a sad death when a load of pink stuff came out of the engine. We left it in a car park that belonged to my dad's mate's pub. That was 1998. It stayed there until about 2 years ago. I assume it has been crushed.

Were you ever horrified by your parents choice of transport?