I once spent a small fortune on a new engine for my van, after the timing belt snapped and the engine chewed itself to bits before I could pull up.
As it happened, just the following week, I drove my van down a narrow echoing alley between high buildings, suddenly, as I put my foot down, there was a horrible loud grinding crunching sound, like metal being tortured by an army of midgets with sledge hammers. Took me half a min to spot that a two stroke bike was following me. Boy, do I know that feeling of release.
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