I seriously doubt this will be the end of this thread; the phenomenon just keeps spreading.
Although Mick and I won't be heading to Newcastle daily, the local parking lots are an abundant source of unsolicited automotive autobiography.
To wit, this taken just yesterday.
Classy:
This one confused me a little (as in: Why are you driving a car, then?):
This was patently false (we overtook them):
And I can only presume/hope they can see out of this rear window a lot better than we could see in:
Finally, this has to be one of the saddest iterations of "family" I've seen so far:
Is the fish her partner, her pet, or dinner?
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